Con$cious - The Otha Side

Life's a bitch
I stay getting the short end of the stick
Con$cious got em shooken like when people drive old police crown Vic's
I hit the peoples eyebrow when I heard this
Con$cious got em grasping like they was granny's couch wrapped in plastic
I'm nuts so let's get it cracking
Kinda a square like Braxton
Lincolns turned into Jacksons
Con$cious is such an honor
They all chomping like Puranas
Milanan skinned Madonnas
Got us hot as saunas
Sizzling
Murda mitten citizen
Being belligerent
Hmm
Let's see here
Con$cious is who they pretend to be when they rapping in the mirror
Be yourself I double dare ya
Try to play me and I lash out like mascara
I just hold this shit in like kitty litter
Life keep giving me lemons
Success giving me sugar
Therefore leaving me bitter
I'm warming up, got me ready to slit tops like TV dinners
Uh
Cuz y'all always in what everybody knows just like some boogers
The confusing always accusing
Damn
I know my niggas prolly never see the other side
Victimized then criticized, I don't think they realize
They glorify and prophesies Everything that ain't right
Tryna tell us that's life
Nigga yeah right
Blame us for our own homicide Yeah alright
What about genocide, with lead pipes
Reputation ranking higher than education
It’s called a trap boy, and that ain't miscommunication
So don’t get trapped boy
Gramps told me to get yo head out yo ass, it ain't no hat
Yeah I know you love yo city but it's plenty on the map
The pen and pencil, is like a Draco and a pistol
Album a mass murderer, bodying instrumentals
Con$cious got em ducking
Ruffle my feathers I get the plucking yours
Shawty better be a carnivore
Couple days we blew an ounce or more
Hmm
Con got em tryna stop my coins like Robotnik
Playing hide and seek with the money we are not it
But we atomic
Bond strictly platonic
Let these bars sit in ya subconscious
I am the Loch Ness
Every lost dreams sponsor
Product for my environment
Equivalent to what God is
Life’s a bitch
But happy wife
Happy life
Dreams of Caddy’s
And being better than our daddies
Ever since granny kept that same addy
Had to stop playing games cuz my shit got too laggy
And I’m always in my bag, that’s why these bitches tryna bag me
I know my niggas prolly never see the other side
Victimized then criticized, I don't think they realize
They glorify and prophesie Everything that ain't right
Tryna tell us that's life
Nigga yeah right
Blame us for our own homicide Yeah alright
What about genocide, with lead pipes
Reputation ranking higher than education
It’s called a trap boy, and that ain't miscommunication
So don’t get trapped boy
My niggas prolly never see the other side
That ain’t right
Glorify and prophesied
That ain’t right
Victimized then criticized
That ain’t right
Genocide with lead pipes
That ain’t right

Written by:
Durell Fisher Jr

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