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One Day

(now one day)

Yo, who stepped off rage

Broke cracked bottle tops, spilled this forever

Whites, no trace, leather jacket zipped up to his face

He dipped behind the wall, Shalenka couldn't aim to touch it

These cats have started something that they couldn't finish

Now they flee the country

Yo, shot guy, God please forgive this life we're living

Takin' mans for diems, aiyo, hands on your head where I can see 'em

The chron's shone, spit out the combine

I'm tryin' to make my exit real quick

We leave no form of evidence


Bakin' slugs out the dark

Wild shoot-outs through the park

These jail houses overcrowdin'

All my thugs remain calm

Money turnin', trees is burnin'

But one day, it'll be gone

(now one day)

I'm your suspect

Yo, heavy chrons with small engravments

Digits wit' small letters that name it

Man created, but always to blame it

I'm far rusted, pushin' your glusted, you busted and pussy

Open your face and get chopped, just like a cussy

You're pyro, I got one eye lookin' straight down the barrell

Don't mistake me for shhhh, I'll eat your food and real quick

Burn up the gear I dressed in

Meanwhile the motive got them itchin' questions and guesses

What would you ask God if you had one question?

Aiyo, deal wit' your family in your life

Don't try to flop mine, they puttin' over dates and trials

Little snitches turn into coffins and push six

A man could be my worst enemy, I'll take this

>From pyramids, beer caps to dollar bills with faces

Got me chasin' bloody papers

Scatterd 'cross the floor like forty acres

So tired that, better yet, picture this from beer caps

To dollar bills, black clips, lyrical high tips


Yo, half a dutch inside a candle seed

Liquor bottles in cemetarys

'Nuff built up inside my body, but the Lord is my salvation

Still have to make a move, cause just put off

Broken fingers on metal tables, hands off, I'll pull off

Black caddies and starlen windows that's bulletproof

All you could see is fog off the door

And richotched to the floor

thirty-four fours, align your back, all straight to your jaw's jaws

All pause, lookin' through the barrell, it's all yours


One Day /

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