Headphones Lyrics
But it's ok, cause we go hard, you know, this why's the streets for.
I feel the pressure in pain, you might think I'm insane, feel like a bullet hit your brain, when they mention my name, oh no no we not the same, this ? shit in my face, you start catching cases when you start switching your game, now there dressing the plate, they arrest any day, sent my brother to the pit and learn his lesson again.
Theirs no food in the refrigerator or I feel up the plate, OK lets load up our nigga haters and get of the chain, ma ma ma Martha Luther King, Malcolm X im next these crackers either gon kill me or they gon give me respect, tired of breaking my neck, standing out on this balcony, like this all you gon get, for calling this Calvary attention, there will be no one after me, none of these rappers is half of me, give me half of your salary bitch.
I'm riding coach class tryna get my ass home, first class aint talking about shit where’s my headphones
Dont want to hear, I can’t hear you, I'm sorry, where’s my headphones (4x)
put your head in the rain, jumping top in the sun, at the bottom of the barrel but I know I'm the one, put down my kingdom they come, yes king David is here, after knocking down goliath there is no one I fear, lord have mercy on me, pa put this cursing on me, I know it’s crazy but I forgive my worst anamy , for him not know who I be, so him not know what he do, and when you stand at his casket know it that could be you, meet ya.
Keep our lips concealed the problem we do, truth won’t matter is if we get caught we through, something like Adam and Eve just dont eat the fruit, aint no age limit in this we recruit, come on.
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Single five line walking through this mine field all these souljas lamp out their lights, but mines real, still coach class tryna get my ass home, first class aint talking about shit where’s my mother fuckin headphones
Dont want to hear, I can’t hear you, I'm sorry, where’s my headphones (4x)
