Twanlite - Who You Sinning 4 ?

The swimming pool filled up with liquor, my nigga
Enjoy life, get you want out,my nigga
Keep my collard up for these greens, my nigga
The young Mac gotta get the cheese, my nigga
Live free, rap, puff weed is a tale of ole history
The White House full of white lies n sworn bigotry
Unlock history, Scottie hit em with a frieza beam
Five mins in, getting wet like the swimming team
Win or lose, knowing when to choose, layin off the goose
The walls high, foot inside my hand like he need a boost
Crack the kraken, suge lite bout to get loose
Tilt the cup, not on this Tuesday,club going up
Read the news like you read the room, hope the sound trip
MS taylor, show you why the media is full of filth
Pullin up the past justified,if you fucking white
Mad at a what, they don't give a fuck about a blacks life
So all say that they with the blacks, put up a fucking fight
We still in the heat of the moment, remain focused
Tear gas, poison the crowd,they all screaming loud
The pigs wanna shit on our backs, they wanna take us out
You wet dog, gotta set a plan to go n cut the hog
Fuck em all, black is beautiful,nigga fuck the law
The sharpest elbow, 2 sticks like we roll canoes
Relax, strip notes from a geek inside shell toes
Now here we go
The rap legend of the temple
Only in the night like a Bruce Wayne signal
You couldn't pistol practice if you practice with a pistol
Fucking up the science, climax n residuals
the home team, time to show out, inside the LiteHouse
Quality is fresh, no drought,I never been a slouch
Tote the heat, near arms reach, grams Rest In Peace
Reunited with the OG, I feel y'all love with me
She gon milk the cow on down, she want the fettuccine
The wine creeps, she gon fuck or wanna rant n weep
Ice deep, walking the streets, they gon play for keeps
She off screen, playing her role, just like Meryl Streep
Ghost talk, body in chalk,fuck the police
Pray for the house niggas, they gon see the recipe
The sheep is the strength, but the mind helps you shift
Second thought nigga, always worrying bout the if's
Disregard, he working for the law, he a snake
High everyday, fill the paper with an eighth
Drunk myself in illusions, felt a fusion
Save our universe lord, their has been confusion

Written by:
Antione Painter

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