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3.6

 

3.6

(album: The Number 23 - 2014)


I step out my yard
And a black cat crosses my path
But I don't get shook or touch wood
I just laugh as it walks past
See I'm not that superstitious
But cause I'm so ambitious
I live every day as if my last
Waiting to meet my friends that have passed
I just hope they don't try to haunt me
Like The Ghost of Christmas Past
I was broke on Christmas last but this year we're flying business class
So we're moving strictly bars
Riding 'round in tinted cars
Tryna put food in our tummy fast
Tryna make everyone's money ours

Yeah I step out the car
Another black cat crosses my path
But no it's not déjà vu
Cause this ones wearing a hat & a scarf
And he's looking a gram & a half
And you know I got that
I won't make you wait an hour & a half
You know I got that
Class A drugs you know I shot that
Pure cocaine yeah we cop that
Cook cocaine yeah we chop that
Flood your block with coca rocks
Non stop shots yeah we're on that
Tell me what you pay on a box
Cause you know I'll top that
I'll call the boss and he'll make the drop
But don't fuck about you best know it's not that
Nuff man chat like they're gunna supp me
But try & spud me when they butt me
Man fuck that snakey shit or get-get-get
It won't even cost a monkey
I'll just give some B to my junkies
So you're dead unless you leave the country
Trust me when I say he's hungry
If you see next week boy you're lucky
Man chatting like I'm a duppy
Cause I'm on a dubplate chatting fuckery
But they don't understand me
They don't know that my lifes been far from lovely
I didn't say I don't love the Lord above me
I just know for a fact he don't love me
Cause where was he when shit got ugly?
(Where was he when shit got ugly?)
I don't know why Jesus hates me
Maybe be it's cause I don't go to church
Cause he's been going on fuckery lately
Doing shit to me I don't deserve
Upon reflection I'm thinking maybe
It's cause I've been selling loads of work
Murdering off all his brothers slowly
So he chose a few of mine to merk
How could you give Nana cancer?
Or put a knife in fat man's heart?
I got questions I want answers
Why take Bean he had so much heart?
Why the fuck did you lock up badger?
Just when the game was about to start
And you killed me on Shelbourne Road
Made the helmet smash and the bike explode
But I came back

done

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