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The Messenger

 

The Messenger

(album: Shoulders Of Giants - 2023)


Yeah, these streets don't love nuting
And we don't get no 401k for this drug money
You gotta watch your friends to make sure they ain't bloodsuckers
You gotta watch your step, my whole block is a mud puddle
Your ho's don't care about you, your partners ain't really gotchu
Go broke or go to prison watch how quick they forget about ya
I seen it so many times, regret is so ill advised
Niggas celebrating once they get to the finish line
Except you celebrating before crossing the finish line
You think you ain't got shit to lose, you in for a big surprise
You don' got jammed up, your momma got cancer
You calling your bitch collect and that bitch never answer
You know she got a new nigga, got your ass pacing round your cell praying like hell it ain't some nigga that was cool witcha
Wait until the news hit ya, that your whole crew's snitching
Crazy coz big homey tried to tell your ass to move different
Niggas don't listen when the money coming you can't tell 'em nuting
You on the three-way begging for favours you need lawyer money
Checked your Instagram two weeks ago you out here flashing money
And the lawyer won't pick up your jacket until he get half the money
You can't use the money they caught you with, illegal tender
Like Wyclef said: gone til' November
You'll be gone to November and nobody's gon' remember
You think you somebody special 'til they throw your ass in prison
The first maybe four or five months people gon' visit
But by month six or seven people gon' go back to living
Now you in that bitch tripping
Devoting your attention to shit you can't do shit about in federal detention
You get word, your lil' bredders ain't holding your momma down
And some rap nigga out here knocking your woman down
Damn... you feel that shit in your stomach now
You wanna plan the escape and hunt that nigga down, but
Escaping ain't as realistic as it sounds
In reality your ass'll be 80 when you get out
And as soon as you think shit fucked up and it's spilling over
They ship your black ass off somewhere in South Dakota
[?] guys doing time in [?]
I hear living conditions in there, worse than a zoo
Damn, I'm just telling ya what rappers never share with ya
Coz these niggas is characters but... don't shoot the messenger

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