Most of the consequences Forced themselves on me, Strange how the relevance Has died and gone away. Now I can see the difference in your eyes, Without
Most of the consequences Forced themselves on me, Strange how the relevance Has died and gone away. Now I can see the difference in your eyes,
it seems I dare you to take control Cause empty are hands and Bruised are the souls Of those who show no resistance Of those who are weak below We
I really, all I really want is everything you're not Never gonna break my heart again Never gonna see your face again Never wanna feel this way again Your darkness was my weakness
nine nigga, floss you die quicker (Uh-huh) This fed time outta town pie flipper Turn Cristal into a Crooked, I sipper Everybody want to be fast, see the cash Fuck around they weak
to hold you down and treat ya To shopping sprees, jewels, cars and cruses, All this without the scares and bruises. With him all you show is signs of meekness May have took my kindness for weakness
nuts Cause I got the shit so tight A young nigga doin damage to the mic (you sho' right) I'm 13, but I ain't dumb So bring it on if you muthafuckas want
your head like the 'shroom you consume Chorus Verse 3 (BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride I take money-money, make dummies all night Use the mic, bruise
streets stay darkened Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin You either make a way or stay sobbin, the Shiny Apple is bruised
Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test? And the winner is Y'all niggaz know the rules I blast on niggaz so my fist never bruise Land-still-cruise,
what? Turn it up louder, yeah, uh As we proceed, to give you what you need J.M. mother***, J.M. mother*** 9 to 5 mother*** Who shot ya, separate the weak
nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh) This fed time outta town pie flipper Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper Everbody want to be fast, see the cash Fuck around they weak
As the weak shall fall to the sideline I get my kid I protect mine with a tech 9 Haters want me to side with em Gangsters want me to ride with em
team for all CHORUS We won't run bleeding weak from strong, Knowing right from wrong What happened to this morning when I woke up And the (??) was bruised
If he have insurance just fi get a part. Dis ah man justa turn on di heat. Mek mi wet up mi clothes an weak inna mi knees. Mi want him now that's
Cause this is a groove that I don't wanna lose And if you step wrong, you might get battered and bruised, huh And you don't want none of that my man Cause
scent an mi accent Shi nuh waan nuh likkle bwoy Wheh jooks wid him parents But nuh see how mi have di gyal weak? Ooman want a man wheh can dweet Shi want
continue attending church with my parents; I was searching for my individuality. What an idiot, I wanted attention, I wanted everyone to think I was funny, I wanted
