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no alcohol on sundays - young 3ast lyrics

[verse 1: young 3ast]
i can tell the world don’t like n-ggas but slavery was worst
i’m not giving up my free will cuz n-gga i had it first[whoo!]
everything is used as a weapon
other minute living another life gone in a second
and when the soldiers come prepare for armageddon
the main lesson over here give lemons to the peasants
social media became a c-ck blocker
i said hi she on her phone she ain’t much a talker
but she’s texting a n-gga that is her main stalker
shaking up like parkinson’s on a old walker
people idolizing these celebrities
it be the one’s that’s rich as f-ck without a melody
sitting on the couch one hour of fake reality
h-ll you made a million but how does that benefit me
the only thing i really want is some peace
should i wait to pre order or buy it when it release [ayee]
and school never told me life would be this hard though
black on black crime mather luther king would hate us yo!
put cha phones down the whole world being sabotaged
when you got cha phone the whole world seems camouflaged
and i don’t need a gun to get my point across
n-ggas can’t afford the dental care but they claim to floss
my anxiety is holding back my full potential
let it out like solarbeams on this instrumental
and when a n-gga the feds get a raise
so you can’t call the cops cuz the cops the one to blame
even with a little money things start to change
find a body in a alley cuz yo life you tried to rearrange
i don’t need a relationship i need music
when life getting tough the pen and paper i abuse it
the rap game getting soft f-ck the radio
f-ck over real sh-t n-gga that’s the ratio
so i’m a atheist but you can’t tell
said i’m gong to a special place my hot bars resemble h-ll
i’m bout to be rich i don’t want the normal side
work ah 9-5 retire at the age of 45
rappers coming up but can’t compose a cl-ssic
they drop a couple singles but it can’t spread like magic
53 seconds left for me to make it tragic
carbon copies need oxygen i give em plastic
it ain’t the same even rappers start to dress alike
tight shirt and short chains you forgot to give em leggings right
my 3rd eye is still open best believe
i know the world f-cked up it ain’t the hard to see
got ah face of a angel but she prost-tute for free
when you f-ck random n-ggas you get pregnant b-tch[ha!]
you stay strapped i stay educated
no tobacco over here just a 40 and i’m medicated
the money looking good yeah say a stupid statement
he can’t rap but hot beat gave him a good placement
i walk around i don’t speak i like to hear my thoughts
all i hear is facebook, instagram, and log off
looking at the moon it’s a pretty sight
guns being used not a fight anywhere right
but at the end of the day i’m trying to life
smoke the best weed i’m trying to reach the tallest height
y’all worry about them problems but they back later
they talk politics well i’m a great mast-debater[ha!]

- young 3ast lyrics

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