Mr No Name - Empty Heads

The devil is real he's in everybody pocket
Rich getting richer can't nobody stop it
Come take a ride with ya nigga
I know you got the picture
Ain't nothing in this cup but some liquor
Patron and two swisher
I'm back on my high hater
If you ain't on then it's bye hater
I'm trying to get to this money
While you nigga's playing
If you ain't gone ride
Then what the fuck you saying
Long days short night I was in here praying
My purpose of mind you wouldn't understand
I got my mind in this shit
I'm trying to keep my mind off this shit
That's why I smoke and rhyme to get rich
I'm back on my grind nine to five in this bitch
I hustle just to stay alive survive
You know I keep it one hundred
I can feel it coming but I ain't running
I'm steady fighting evil but these pussy nigga's fronting

Niggas think it's funny I'm trying to see change
I rather take my chances jumping out a plane
Than to play in these streets
When it's beef ain't no sleep
Niggas sweet niggas weak
It's better to keep
Your mouth close and eyes open
Better stay focus
Government ain't given no notice
This quarantine shit sound bogus
Waken up to bad news smoking
Go to bed bad news hopeless
Fatherless sons
I ain't taken no loss
Mind made up had to be boss
Ran with some real nigga's ain't never been soft
Tennessee to Georgia setting it off all bets is off
Empty clip yo thoughts
You ain't born to hate it's taught
So what I can do I ought to
And by the grace of God I will do
Our motto don't follow

Written by:
Damian Dowell

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