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model citizens mastered - praescius lyrics

i would love to throw bottles at model citizens
paying my sin tax like a writer that’s on mescalin
tippin’ my hat dutifully, weavin’ my flows beautifully
workin’ on that late shift‚ it’s nothing new to me
yes i’m working late so please don’t break my pate across
prayin’ to a jewish man that died upon a gilded cross
ya string him up on gold‚ let it dangle
my country’s lost in a haze of guilt
medicated on a trip
praising good ol’ boys sellin’ dope
while my brothers rottin’ in the pen
and if they was in for centuries and then get out in the free
the world that’s greetin’ them wearily is something foreign‚ no family
(huh) gotta get some work goin’ i can’t find a job
it’s no problem, i’ll slang rocks, slang bricks‚ slang trees
slangin’ everything, slang it all, slangin f-ckin’ adderall
and i don’t listen to n-body‚ f-ck a conscience
the concept that i’m rockin’ could confuse nostradamus
and i promise, forever to pay homage to my god who keeps his promises
so, throw me in a furnace and i’m earnest i won’t burn tho’
tuck me in a coffin, nail it up but imma breath ho’
kick a n-gg- door down, rockin’ rbx
run the f-ckin block down, rackin’ up some checks
so i guess, dope boy or salary man
in them streets or a three year plan
i gotta make a move quick
this stressin got me feelin sick
i feel i’m coming from the brink
and i can’t think, my spirit weak, and i don’t sleep
man i barely f-ckin’ eat
sweatin’ aggressive my world so oppressive
i try to keep it all objective, but it’s subjective
i’m losing moments with my people ’cause i’m just to reckless
i wanna make a change but which is better
micro-transactions stackin’ in increments
or chillin’ in a cubicle waitin’ on a paycheck
it used to be
chasing paper was religion, layin’ up was a sickness
n-gg- put it in the bank, eatin’ noodles sippin’ drank
waitin’ on a certain time, my work ethic was sublime
n-gg-s talked a lot of sh-t, i was out there choppin bricks
movin’ weight with the socks, wishin’ i was off the block
so, which is better, a n-gg- workin’ or a n-gg- with a beretta
black and gray-scale is the palette
my clothes and life are the subjects
fitted jeans and a jacket
that’s how i work all this magic, gotta have it
things are gettin’ outta control, sh-t, n-gg-s gettin’ h-lla bold
kickin’ n-gg-s houses in, shootin’ ’em up
k!llin’ n-gg-s outside of they own store
give the baby a spliff, it’s a black and mild
light it up it’s somebody else’s child
so i smoke and i smoke and toke and i choke
do the sh-t ’till a n-gg- feel like he choke
you gotta do it, ya gotta sedate yourself
unless you wanna live with the consequences
everyday come to a close but i got some business

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