Lu Sid - Dummy Pr00f

Pray the four five don't ring off
Another four or five don't seem long
A ton of low eyes tears gleam off
Another Man down, don't sing songs
You can put him on a T shirt
But it's really played out as far as street merch
I know it sounds out of touch and that seems worse
But to know the meaning gotta know what i mean first
When you come from a place where needing is selfish
And being selfish is raw and feeding is frail shit
The homies getting along but leaving you helpless
Niggas will feed on the strong, the scenery shellfish
Crab ass, put they dawg on blast, slide on the next nigga Because they hard on cash
And they wonder why I don't trust shit
If you'd seen what I've seen you would know it's fuck shit
I think money is fine I know it comes wit the crime
And crime pays a little more than the company time
But too far is too far if nothing aligns
Got you in the crib really tryin to hide from the outside
Because it feels better inside
You think you're safe from the outside? You ain't safe from your own mind, from your own mind
Counting up cash but it never amounts, to a therapist the merits of a pattern of doubt
I left my old lifestyle but at least it had a sunny view
Self isolation dong better because my money grew
Niggas pressing me on my status Get you some cunny Lu
I appreciate the concern but I'm a running fuse away from goals I set in the past
And all they wanna do is stay trigger happy but them straps ain't dummy proof
Ducky niggas still getting chewed like gummies do
Past ten months I'm in the crib
Six jobs like I'm Kevin Gates, junkie to the pen
Making beats, what the fuck is sleep slave to the grid
Slave to the end, picking on my brain till it fin
Jaded within, I think the pain got a friend
Know your enemy your homies might fold you for big chains and split change
Ya'll calling it "real" but know the Shits lame
Crazy, Your big homie know it too
I bet you he was doing fine till I brought it up
And I won't lie and say I never did that shit myself
I had to learn to make my money by my lonely, Bruh
Karma is a bitch and I believe she got a crush on me
Cause I ain't never seen a cell and you can call it luck
My father knew what he was doing when he was making me
That nigga was tryin to get a nut, and he got a nut
Well matter of a fact, four them, do something
You get the nerve to try me? introducing my new lover
The clip hold thirty shots and imma hit you with two dozen
And now they gotta hold his ass together, go group hug him
Somebody try to tell me how I'm thinking is too much
And the fact i speak my mind is every reason we're screwed Up
But let somebody run up on me tripping, my tool tucked
I figured he ain't going home and what you do? Yeah, Okay
I think money is fine I know it comes wit the crime
And crime pays a little more than the company time
But too far is too far if nothing aligns
Got you in the crib really tryin to hide from the outside
Because it feels better inside
You think you're safe from the outside?
You ain't safe from your own mind, from your own mind
You ain't on your own
You ain't safe from your own, damn
You ain't on your own
You ain't safe from your own, damn
You ain't on your own
You ain't safe from your own, damn

Written by:
Bryan Henderson

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