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Culdesac

 

Culdesac

(album: Porch - 2017)


The world is so much bigger than this culdesac
What's sad is niggas older than me that don't know it yet
Credit card scams and fraudulent checks
Culdesac, culdesac, culdesac, culdesac
Homie just got him a stick with a shoulder strap
For Colby Jack, niggas turn two face like Geminis
Zodiac in my culdesac, culdesac, culdesac
Just a culdesac to the world that's so detached
Two kids in a big tummy, she in her mid twenties
Three baby daddy's, none of 'em niggas get their kids money
And she just hit my line tryna' get some mid from me
How much? A quarter sack, culdesac, culdesac, culdesac
Ma said hold this back, boy was black, cut a slack, you owe us that
Mule and 40 acres, we got 40 calibre, sipping 40 ounces of brew with a 40 year old neighbour
Body worn out from manual labour
Understand the behaviour of man who feels he was never handed a favor
We live in a land of double standards player
Life is 'bout as fair as your hair, especially in your culdesac
Nigga why you think they scared to go there?
Let rap place 'em smack dab in the middle where shots riddle
Single mothers raising kids, street plays second fiddle
Bittersweet symphony in my culdesac
I'm forcing the orchestra down your throat, cutting off you airway
These rap niggas playing cymbal for airplay and dare say you real?
You just got an image that fit the bill
The culdesac when they blow the pack, and the liquor's spill 'cause pistols peel
Caps like bananas and we capture it on cameras (Worldstar)
Thinking back to when we were kids, who would have known
That you can touch a screen and watch a murder on your phone
Eyes glued, this is ghetto entertainment, culdesac ain't nothing to play with

Cause niggas ain't smiling this summer
Cause niggas ain't smiling this summer
Cause niggas ain't smiling this summer
Motherfuckers wyling this summer, shit that got violent this summer
Niggas ain't smiling this summer
Niggas ain't smiling this summer
Niggas ain't smiling this summer
Motherfuckers wyling this summer, shit that got violent this summer
Niggas straight dying this summer
Niggas ain't wyling this... Fuck

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