550 Lyrics
[Intro]
The mysteries that are thy heard shall now be proclaimed
But learn first the history of thy conception
And creation admits the eternal cosmos
For as the universe itself be infinite
So are thou true creatures of infinity incarnate, yeah
And the essention of men show Harold the final triumph
In the mortal will, yeah
The candles in the background, reminiscing of the city
That I said I'm bringing with me
If you feel it, sing it with me
She coming out her vickies for a quickie, getting trippy
And it's 10 minutes to 6, I'm tryina push to 5 50, by 7, tell em
Dirty with the rigle in the trash, the eagle in my lap
For the mosquitoes in the net
I'm cheering for the nets, and the cats
Smoking jacks, blowing pack, holding back
20 gridos in the bag, folks
Still making motorola money off the burner phone
Youngin try to rob me for the work I let the burners on
I wrote the purple with the fundle then I burned the cone
Living in the murder though, it's hard to leave the curb alone, work
Got a 9 to 5 grind and I work at home
I've been in the studio for months, what you working for
He think he so bad, for writing in the notepad
I'm writing on my iPhone, they hanging on my gold nuts
Baby mother looking so, we need to get her low jack
And she bee in my crib for days, but he already know that
The ar15 is a throwback, school fragments on my sleeve from the blowback
The cris vector carbine with the iron sights
Mini cleaning kit included with the fire lights
The glock 21 13 round magazine
My block is zooming like a trampoline
Now let me spill it out
I cope a piece of the raw, a hunned acsee countin 80 then I'm selling out
That's 36 on the ree up, but I paid full
Cause my connect just pumped the fee up
So I gotta sell it, at least 50, 80's for 60's
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So that's 48 hunned and an onion
That's 28 grams till I cut it, now it's 30
That's 30 bundles that I go for 80 each a herbie
72 bills and I still got pills
50 that I do for 15 but that's a dela
There's 87 hunned for the 7 is the profit
And I do that shit twice a week dog, so I got it
Don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away
But it's a great escape
It's not safe, it's not safe
It's not safe, it's not safe.
