Gangsta’s Lullaby

[Chorus]x2

So we writing gangsta's lullabies
Pray the sun will shine
Pay day state of mind
Say they out of line
Fight or flight
You born into this life no overnight
A pen a pad a mic you might decide to drop like ice
Right?

[Verse 1]

Within this
Sea of rappers it's harder to see a rapper
Seal their stature
See them standing still like statue
Blasting at you
Pull the strap up out the satchel
I'm a little sick like achoo
Bless you like a pastor
Past lessons possess me
Pass the blunt right past you

Pay your past dues
You ain't crew if you playing bad moves
Winners bracket
I'm breaking back like stepping cracks do
Stepping back to
See me setting plaque moves
Plan of attack shoot
Cut with the act, you
Stuck in a trap, loop

Little hamster ass homey
Hand your ass for a rollie
Happy camper in the woods with twenty wolves on you homey
Plenty juice so I'm pouring
Heavy loot I'm securing
Plant the garden of Eden to feast on fruits of my journey
Feats so big my feet feel like they free fall from forty stories
Above the top of his glory
Your words deplore me
I'm alone and low-key
I'm more prone to blow than half you Cloonies

You half-ass half-act pass for a groupie you should be
Standing back from the blast zone
Attack in a snap and your mind blown
Mad Max with the gas I'm a psycho
Flip bag get cash way life go
Live fast no dash or die slow
Sit back get lapped like cycle
In fact no love no time for
Fake act don't ask what I rap for

[Chorus]x2

So we writing gangsta's lullabies
Pray the sun will shine
Pay day state of mind
Say they out of line
Fight or flight
You born into this life no overnight
A pen a pad a mic you might decide to drop like ice
Right?

[Verse 2]

I be sitting back plotting on my accomplishments
A prominent architect
Display dominance, confident

But I'm still aware of consequence
The cost of it is ominous
You can come from being profitless
To profit less or more synonymous
Or quite the opposite
And die anonymous
No pot to piss or vomit in
You breed incompetence
I come from different breed of populace
Part Lazarus part autonomous
Like Shabbaz Palaces track analysis

Past
Comprehension like acid hits in the palace of sin
Possess the knowledge within
Come from nothing but a pad and a pen
Went from roaches in the bed to bedroom studio equipped, then again
That ain't shit

So what's the track
I play to win but if I pave my own way
Instead of hop the wave will I sink or swim?

Either way I'm way to in it to quit
Like murder missions, legit
Load the AK let it spray on every clone up in this bitch

[Chorus]x2

So we writing gangsta's lullabies
Pray the sun will shine
Pay day state of mind
Say they out of line
Fight or flight
You born into this life no overnight
A pen a pad a mic you might decide to drop like ice
Right?