Razah Sharp - Different Path

Lack luster
Im the stick upper
Lick luster
The brick toucher
Ya chick loves em
The other nigga that yo bitch fucking
Pimp something
Palm strong like will coming
Pill pumper
Speak real to feel something
The steele clutcher
Stick Stuffer
Forreal nucka
You grip for nothing
I up sticks to kill something
Sign delivered
Yall niggas done squealed something
In the da's office
Like whats the deal lets seal something
Im still pumping
All these years
I feel nothing
Still eating
And a nigga is still chomping
In ya hood
And yo hood
Nigga ima a grease monkey
Peace nothing
Its war tilt i breathe nuffin
If ya seek substance
Im here
To speak sweet nothings
In ya ear
No fear of defeat dummy
If im comin
Its discreet leave the scene bloody
Ghetto garbage swept off her feet in stelletos walking
Pardon me that ass is od
It brung the dog out of me
Which to lead to barking
She said damn boy just follow me and Nah I dont do this often
Smooth criminal gentleman who's despicable
Move middleman out da way to get to the mineral
Pledge allegiance to my glock and how many it spit at you
This republic's where i stand this blam'll a leave you invisible

Band a of brothers
Bands for our mothers
Reprimand the hundreds
Blue faces
Tan from another
Country with a different flag
Dope was color of lipton bags
Dibb n dabbed in da drug game
But goin a different path

Going a diffferent path
We goin path
Should we go a different path
Na

Band a of brothers
Bands for our mothers
Reprimand the hundreds
Blue faces
Tan from another
Country with a different flag
Dope was color of lipton bags
Dibb and dabbed in the drug game
But goin a different path

Going a diffferent path
We goin path
Should we go a different path
Na

Mass murderer no
Have you have heard if em no
Been asked to lead his herd
Even though disturbed so
Passed herb blow
Pryor said he must've snorted peru
How many countries have I then
Four
How Many Kids
Six
Babymoms
Bitch
Keep all mommas questions out cha
Mowf
Or catch a stick
Adolescents
Hell
Who's fault was that self
Thats what I taught my son
Futures in your hands
Well
Greed lust envy
All presence in me
Only thing missing from us trust
Jealousy
Some fail to see when they come up
You come up vice versa
They telling me congratulations
Next night murder
On they mind all the time
But cant seem to get the nerve up
Fall in line fall behind system
Trying to purge us
Call my line bout the grind
Chill I they heard us
Paranoid all the time
Pills done fucked my nerves word up

Band a of brothers
Bands for our mothers
Reprimand the hundreds
Blue faces
Tan from another
Country with a different flag
Dope was color of lipton bags
Dibb n dabbed in da drug game
But goin a different path

Going a diffferent path
We goin path
Should we go a different path
Na

Band a of brothers
Bands for our mothers
Reprimand the hundreds
Blue faces
Tan from another
Country with a different flag
Dope was color of lipton bags
Dibb and dabbed in the drug game
But goin a different path

Going a diffferent path
We goin path
Should we go a different path
Na

Written by:
Joseph Thornton

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