Campaign - Final Hour

(I'm always loafing in my bonnet)
(Careful)
(I know right)
Final hour gotta check in.
This ain't no church
You ain't gonna find no fuckin reverends
Prolle see a couple demons in the cut servin
If they hungry we gotta feed em
Thats the rules that's for certain
I be out of the way minding my business
If it's not about cash best believe I'm not listening
I only care about, products and shipments
The choices is mine to make, the life that I'm living
Is fast all the time, blink too hard and you might miss it
But I'm wide awake so you know I catch every minute
When I shoot it's with precision
Attracted to many digits
No weapons shall form against me nigga and that's religion
Listen, I don't think y'all listenin
Why he play wit toys everyday like it's Christmas?
Why he lack remorse bleeding roads like a misfit?
Why when he in trouble he start firing like a piston?
Don't even like Christmas, he not even Christian
He a oxymoron, I forgot to mention
This was just a sample, testing ya palette
Sundae morning coming soon and I'm bout to fuckin wreak havoc

Written by:
Willie McFadden III

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