Musical Chairs by UBI (Ft. Godemis)
Musical Chairs by UBI (Ft. Godemis)

Musical Chairs

UBI & Godemis * Track #7 On Matter Don’t Money

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Musical Chairs by UBI (Ft. Godemis)

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The seventh track of Ubiquitous' mixtape “Matter Don’t Money”.

Featuring : Godemis

The song is about a man accused of a crime and whether he was guilty or not.

By: IrvDaPhenomenal

Musical Chairs Lyrics

[Verse 1 : Ubiquitous]

First time offense in a class full of felonies
Class A, class sheet passion is elatry
He had a rock, she done got knock selling trees
Hella feast still can't pay the bill, Bellamy
It's all relative, by pound sell a brick
Preach from the soapbox mask your intelligence
Pass through the system, ask for a settlement
Drop in a buck and get him in back in his element
Drop with the state throw a lock on the gate
Stop, stay stop while I drop on a snake
Wipe that, clean up relapse you're right back
Getting bloods to the ring maybe he can fight back
Hustle for cheese, trap mice in a rap light
Ask once please, second time I don't act nice
Blunt wraps trees digital's in the bag right
Pistol slung by the clocks with the sag right
Ubi's aware by the tootiem blare
That's a life, dog do me a dare it's all musical chairs
Y'all better move to the beat, suit with the beat, beat
By the music now you're losing your seat, seat

[Hook]

The music stopped, the lady died
New

SchoolHustlers born in '85
If you play with dice you pay the price
Pray to Christ somebody come say they light

Cause when the music stop the lady died
New school hustlers born in '85
And if you play with dice you pay the price
Pray to Christ somebody come say they light

[Verse 2: Godemis]

Street soldier, 5 star general
Everybody know we go hard for the chemical
Lock the block down, beat the strip up
For the things in the clubs who come to re-up
On the often, floss them stuntin' is a habit
If somebody got it then I mean he gotta have it
As well, he ain't got a bag of himself
All he gotta do is collect the dough when it's dealt
Back to him in the fat black human
Keep a post in the back with a crack pack on him
Black mask and a fully loaded Glock strapped to him
Cops assume they don't wanna pour Glocks on 'em
Cause it will most certainly be a shootout
Gun hold pause don't wanna bullet through law
New route on 'em when the SWAT picks him
Tear gas, no mask when the door kicked in
And then they rushed him, cuffed him
Put him to the pavement, read him his rights
Something to say save it, they told him
Whether you was cool or not
You paid your dues, the fools know the music stop

[Hook]

And the lady died
New school hustlers born in '85
And if you play with dice you pay the price
Pray to Christ somebody gon' say they light

[Verse 3: Ubiquitous]

Cause when the music stop the lady died
New school hustlers born in '85
And if you play with dice you pay the price
Pray to Christ somebody save them
You better pray for them
Street life weren't made for them
Amen, Satan laying wait for them
No escape for them, celebrate for them
Pour the liquor out now, buy a case for them
They pass the pastor, hold a wake for them
No chiropractor gonna straighten them
'Bout nobody got faith in them
Nothin' to hold them together like a safety pin
They don't play to win
Seems drug money's never enough
They stacked they chips up never settled them up
The house will take you, you don't take the house
The mouse don't chase the cat, cats chase the mouse
They dig up in your pocket, scrape them out
So like Diddy Venage you can hate them now
But you can't stop, won't stop the music
'Til the Glock go click-clack (pah! pah!)

Lyrics by : IrvDaPhenomenal

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