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hey huey (outro) - zotiyac lyrics

[intro]
i’m not a poet but i guess that i can try it
nah, die it down keep it quiet boy
die it down, keep it silent boy
die it down, keep it quiet boy

[verse 1]
i don’t get paid enough to deal with all you motherf*ckers
i feel like this is my last supper
i feel like one of the splash brothers
i shoot from wherever and watch it drop like a bad mother
i proud of caleb, i told not to be nothin’ like me
i ain’t sh*t
if i lying, then someone tell god to strike me
highly unlikely that i will get hit with a rod of lightning
now this is the part of the song where i actually start writing
authorizing awful lines where i begin deciding
are you worth my time or will you break my hourglass?
now i ask
will i remain the man with a thousand masks?
my talent passes the line between okay and just decent
although, of recently, i’ve been wantin’ to end the sequence
servin’ a sentence and everyday i feel like a precinct
see i could die any day without there being a reason
that’s why i work, prolly never catch me out on the weekends
as story deepens, i try not to drown in the deep end
to everybody who screwed me over, well now we’re even
’cause i’ve been countin’ and now i think an accountant’s needed
the count i needed, i’m tryna stack it to mountains, knees in
i’ve lost some people, majority of them ain’t a loss
the game is soft, microorganisms get painted small
the pain is tall, my brain revolves around the same problems
and i can’t solve, i’ll evolve and then my ex*main will call
i refrain from all negative influences
thinkin’ they big sh*t but they head has just been [?]
on top of that, they wingin’ it, pegasus when doin’ it
and ain’t no evidence but the message is intuitive
i can see right through this sh*t
you is just with the foolishness
euphemisms get cooler with doin’ this when they used to it
music isn’t the root of it
they plant a money seed
then watch you dummies feed
rollin’ through like a tumbleweed
companies keepin’ ’em company
gonna be keeping guns with me
but if we really wondering what is keeping them functioning
it’s the fact that you funding things
helpin’ makin’ they number bling
one [?] in a hundred [?]
now this n*ggas just want some rings?
and some will bring the thought upon that they too legit
[?] ’cause when i graduate, i’ll be schoolin’ sh*t
[verse 2]
given then fact that you are not actually livin’
i’ve written off in the scriptures my only vision
a world where you gain knowledge without a college tuition
decisions made by you turn you to a statistic
realistic, we can be whatever we wishin’
attention, you must succeed in every mission you get in
failure is not an option for pickin’
forget it, if it is chosen yet not forgivin’
you limitin’ yourself and you’ll die before you diminish
talkin’ heaven, h*ll and you’ll fry before you can finish
throw my brothers in a cell and they cry when they hear the sentence
that’s the one time in they life they decided to really listen
the price you gon’ pay is what they don’t mention
death can happen quick, i hope you swift with yo transitions
i’ll slide on anybody for tryin’ to body my clique and
no splittin’
my whole division came with precision
the women i’m missin’, i put myself in the distance
mama said be christian so imma try not to give in
they be trickin’
deceitful and some of them really pimpin’
who isn’t?
i told myself i would stop but i didn’t
the image, i see that cortez is definitely different
he ain’t far from a collision with him, a cell and a prison
it’s tradition, not from pigment
he don’t follow religion, with the pistol on his hip and the crossfire if you slippin’
walk by and you riskin’ a short life, i’m predictin’
dark nights in the ditches
raw white in the kitchen
malt liquor and sippin’
kid start the fightin’ and bickerin’
you cross the line they invented
they draw the nine and you tremblin’
with sparks flying ain’t no kissin’
you authorize your ascendance
they off your lights in attendance
the cart, it drive and they dippin’
you walk the sky and you visit
you’ll talk to christ in a minute
mama’s cry get to kickin’
apologize to the victim, it’s ridiculous
[outro]
i mean this sh*t is f*cking ridiculous
i mean this sh*t is f*cking ridiculous
i mean this sh*t is f*cking ridiculous
i mean this sh*t is f*cking ridiculous

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