Briefcasedart - D.A.D.U.A.G. (Pain)

Cruising on the back block
Dodgeing opps and cops
In the hoopty with my homeys
Really wanna know
We grinding for the dough
Cruising on the back block
Dodgeing opps and cops
Not paranoid
Just cautious
Really wanna know
What's really going on
I really wanna know
Should we cry
When the Pope die
My request
We should cry
If the cried
When we layed Fred to rest
Sick of Al these
Lying ass politicians
Counter intelligence
Got the drops
On the descriptions
Lately my eyes been
Seeking division
J Edgar Hoover
Thanos to the black man vision
Momma lost 4 babies
3 to the streets
One inside the court system
Goons on the block
Ready to find the opps slipping
Damm life so fucked up
And twisted dog you heard
But we minister pain
Reinvented the game
Dodge demon the wip
Vi on the chain
Better own your masters
Or become a slave
Or the underground
You running like Harriet man
Flip a brick of cocaine
Mane it's a heavily scheme
Kinda hard to maintain
When you dealing with pain
Really don't know
Umm
Really don't know
Umm
Raise your hands up
If you feel fucked up
Life is a bitch
That can't break up
No head down
Gotta Keep your shit up
Haters have rounds
Ready to send your ass up
To the upper room
Now you with a pastor
Moms in the front row
Yelling bastard
Goons in the back row
Ready to act up
Opps on the offense
Bout to pull up
Why is the hate
And the beef so real
Automatic pistols
Is Choice of the steel
One false move
Yeah Shit can get real
Why can't we talk
And Why can't we build
Is The lessons
Why it amplify
Yeah the bodies yeah gonna multiply
Yeah the Industry use us a supply
Are 3rd eye needs to be decalcify
Too many mommas cry
Too many warning signs
I grew up on
Ma Ma Se
Ma Ma Coo Sa
I see how they built
And destroyed them guys
How can I even rise
Up In this enterprise
Too many mommas cry
Too many warning signs
I grew up on
Ma Ma Se
Ma Ma coo Sa
I see how they built
And destroyed them guys
How can I even rise
In this enterprise
Up this year getting whole lotta bucks
Middle fingers up if you don't give a fuck
Whole goal here
Tear this rap shit up
Give my daughters billions
So they don't need your sons
Up this year getting whole lotta bucks
Middle fingers up if you don't give a fuck
Whole goal here
Tear this rap shit up
Give my daughters billions
So they don't need your sons
Life's is just a dream
I don't know where's gonna lead
This nightmare
Have me jaded
Fading away
Life's is just a dream
I don't know where's gonna lead
This nightmare
Have me jaded
Fading away
Why is the hate
And the beef so real
Automatic pistols
Is Choice of the steel
One false move
Yeah Shit can get real
Why can't we talk
And Why can't we build
Is The lessons
Why it amplify
Yeah the bodies gonna multiply
Yeah the Industry use us a supply
Are 3rd eye needs to be decalcify
Too many mommas cry
Too many warning signs
I grew up on
Ma Ma Se
Ma Ma Coo Sa
I see how they built
And destroyed them guys
How can I even rise
Up In this enterprise
Too many mommas cry
Too many warning signs
I grew up on
Ma Ma Se
Ma Ma coo Sa
I see how they built
And destroyed them guys
How can I even rise
In this enterprise
Up this year getting whole lotta bucks
Middle fingers up if you don't give a fuck
Whole goal here
Tear this rap shit up
Give my daughters billions
So they don't need your sons
Up this year getting whole lotta bucks
Middle fingers up if you don't give a fuck
Whole goal here
Tear this rap shit up
Give my daughters billions
So they don't need your sons

Written by:
Briefcase Dart

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