M.O.D.D Kirk - Untitled Grief (feat. LAX)

Cooling Back
Easing Back
Tell myself relax
Hit my nigga Lax
Yo you trying to kill a track
Yo my nigga for a fact
Always keeping it a stack

Tear drops falling from the sky
Wipe the tears from my mothers eye
Pray to the sky but I got no reply
Between you and I it's a eye for eye
Niggaz eating pasta
Penne alla vodka
Influence like Sinatra
Messi to the soccer
The way they play the scene
Man these boys deserve an Oscar
Keep the fire Benihana's
OMA we chasing monster's
Meditating smoking ganja
Money act obnoxious
Spend the shit and ease the conscious
Trying to dodge the nonsense
It don't make sense or pay the rent
The shit is irrelevant
Survival of the fittest
Clark kent
World full of sin
Ease the body lust a gin
Need that money fuck a friend
Kisses to mother that's my girl to the end
Drinks with my brothers
Keep it real no pretend
Ain't no turning back authentic to the end

I want memories
Memories with a better me
Yo dog don't
Watch my pedigree
The arms heavily
Fi di enemies
Weh want steal my energy

Lax tell them niggaz breathe
Man tell them niggaz breathe

I conspire with the hiatus
Now I'm higher than I ever been
It's evident
Me heaven sent
I'm living proof
I'm evidence
Ever since
A likkle youth
I'm bending rules with swimming pool of money
Know my mama love
Lord forgive me
I'm living funny
I know hungry a lil too well
Got to prevail
To fail is to quit
That's that shit I ain't into
Ain't no finding a fix
Being broke out the pick
I'm bout bout it bitch
These niggas counterfeit
I don't sit with snake's
Feeling shake's
Can't reciprocate
I'm in the state
Of feeling great
I got the lemonade
Out of life lemon's
Must me nice
Life Jennings
Big knots in my tight denim
How my life ended
Sounds quite splendid
Like the fifteen hunnid
And I'm light skinned
Still a slave
To the the nice Linen

I hear you my nigga
See
Got to get the dollar green
Got to get the dollar green
Bitches on the scene
Niggas looking mean
All mugging looking clean
Ahh

Looking clean
On the scene
With the team
Got the greens
My loud
Looking mean
Talkin' bout my nigga
Denin jeans
Word Word Word
Word

On the scene
On the scene
Know I mean

See I work 24 on the 7
Trying to get this money 'fore i push the door to heaven
OMA to the dirt yeah it's what I'm repping
Stop playing with that work man quit the half stepping
Back row of the church toast listening to the reverend
Thinks it's been a while since a nigga got some blessing
Who am I kidding
Thank's for the second every minute
Door off the hinges
Roaches in the kitchen
Sink full of dishes
Mom and pop missing
Focus on the business
My vision broadcast like television
Reminiscing youngins
The tantrum spilling
Man tuck your feelings
Heart cold up in the autumn
Tears spring up in the sun
Killer turn preacher
Prostitute turn nun
Millionaire from a nigga that they use to call dumb
Then that mental bell rung
Now they looking at him stunned
From the pen didn't need to buss a gun
From the
From the tongue spilling lyrics off him tongue

Written by:
Jermaine Dawkins

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