N.O.I.S.E.W.I.Z.A.R.D, Pain Management Group - Secret Rare

Driving through the city bump'n Body Meat
I got diamonds fuck'n wit me, You is obsolete
Fuck what they recite
They got no words for me
Fuck what you recite
I'm bringing in the streets
Same old thing with the body bag
Same old shit got'm running back
And thats what separates us from them
And thats what makes us
That's what makes us
Gods to men

Flaunt it when i get it
When i cop it
See me pocket
Riches of another kind
Jewelry of the blind
Friends are hard to find
So i make it the quest
Fuck the rest
Fuck yourself
Cut the deck

Same old shit got'm running back
They don't know what shit is wack
We had to tell'm
Glisten some aquamarine when i bust in the scene
Oh!
Never get'm woke
Never get upset about it
All this doubt got you stressed about it
You'll never understand the right environment
God damn!
Thats what you always say
Always cut the path
Always run away
Never stick through
Big move
Do what you gotta do and never be moved
What's up?
From the top
To the depths
Baited breaths
Make that word of your own
And let it take you a little closer to home
let it roam, let it roam

Get live or get out!

Written by:
Bryce Yelle

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