2ECOND CHANCES MADE ME

Tenxx - 2ECOND CHANCES MADE ME (LYRICS)

Skip the benediction
They can't cure my sickness
Rip the scripture as the lord my witness
Sharpen knives and stick 'em
Grab my shirt and lick and wipe the scope
Evaluate the distance
Roaches dirty dishes
Pipe take lips and grip it
Crack delicious
Rent - A - Center knocking vivious
Me and sis hide under bed
Bunch of "Nigga you're just like your daddy"
Went straight to my head
Pistol packing twisting gold upstairs
Lay low and twist the dread
Little weed and hennesy with EBT
To keep 'em fed
Up the street 2 for 20 please
Smoke out the Caprice
The asthetic that's all over me
Black like Judas Priest
Say the word and they believe
Tighten boots and pull up sleeves
Duck and dodge police
Lately stress the least
Tell me please

What's the price nigga?
Muhfuck a naysayer
Boy live your life nigga
Roll it up on your demo
That shit was light nigga
We can run it on sight
You got the right nigga
We was never tight nigga
They love to hype up a nigga
Well I'm the type of a nigga
To razor slice up a nigga
Extrimites down the middle
I'll put a hyphen in niggas
I'm putting fright in these niggas
Ain't no out writing a nigga
I hear 'em biting a nigga
A bunch of trifiling niggas
Twisting gossip and rumors
I watch it spread like a tumor
They tried to sue me
My lawyer laughed got a great sense of humor
I'm a boss you lieutenant
And any celling infinite
I'm in a godly position
Yeah!
G.S.C., C..G
This brotherhood is what I rep
Too much liqour in me
Swear a nigga might check
Sent threats
Can you hear me?
Can I get a mic check?
And the kind of (andaconda) nigga that I am
I squeeze necks
Sin is touching men and women
Every minute
Govenment assistance
Maxing out the limit
Stare into this portrait image
Til your head is bouncing off the wall
And tissue hemorrhage
Trails and tribulations that you live
I play like scrimages
Sensitive and in your feelings
Acting like my women friend
With this pen again
Huddle up
Got 'em panicking
Always talking plan but got no drive
So wheels they tend to spin
Only challenge you accomplishing
Is fucking manikin
I'm an African-American
Born terror man
Swing like Yogi Berra
For them reparations dividens
Spend it 'til I look like Dapper Dan
Like boy what's happening?
Hiding eyes below that brim again
I know you've been a fan
Just admit it muhfucka
Let's be real one time
Only had to tell 'em once
And now they falling in line
I ain't seeing eye to eye with these media guys
They rather dirty the truth
Instead of clean up a lie
I!
Nigga I swear
Gassed niggas pray to God
You fight the devil in his lair
Way she did a nigga
Well aware it wasn't fair
When emotions would appear
Was feeling faker than her hair
Way these demons in my ear
So surprised I made it here
So amazing
Yeah
What a statement
Yeah
Ought to thank me
Yeah
I can't wait this year
Elmhust made me
Yeah
Feeling greatful
Yeah
But let's make it clear
Boy I need God
Bless my squad
We so flawed
But rose above it all
Put your hands together
Round of applause
I need God
Porsche in my gargage
Wifey coming from abroad
She don't speak no english
All she do is nod
Well! Well! Well! Well!
Transform yourself
Said it's all about the profit?
Sell! Sell! Sell! Sell!
Say it's deeper than it seems, huh?
Do tell do tell
Imma do it like I been doing
Screaming rebel
I need God!