Chuuwee - Emitt TriLL (Slave King Prelude) lyrics

You know, it's not so bad
Look out the window a lot more
Keep a clip loaded but it's not so bad

I'm still
Bending the block in some dirty ass clothes
Dirty old soul wearing dirty ass souls
Vendin the weed and don't nobody know
Imma send it for low i'm still
Watching my back when I go to these shows
I know these niggas be tokin' the chrome
Surfin' the web when ain't nobody home
They want me gone for the powers I hone
I need the world it's a personal globe
Tryna recentre the front of my lobes
You meet up in public they know how it goes
They act like they don't i'm still
Stronger than he who thinkin' can testing me
Mixin' elixirs I just got the recipe
Floatin' through matter, master of telepathy
You just so flaky you just mastered leprosy
Who had that problem with me
Come and check with me
I'm on the edge take you to my death with me
I'm almost fallin over from the pressure
Wake up and truly wonder what is next for me
How can I think about you having sex with me
Not when there's shit inside
Laying next to me
Not when my people struggle from opression
Not why the police kill me with no weaponry
Not why they kill instead
Of just arresting me don't have the time
I'm still
Washing my alcohol down with a pill
Tryna make sense of what's
Fake and what's real
So I take my beef but it taste too veal
And I look in your face I just cannot feel
Take me to court if I stay on this hill
For a soft in a pussy I made the appeal
Community service ain't serving it's purpose
Cause, I am to murder cause
I'm here to murder not hunger and kill
Indie shit what the fuck is the deal
These are the thoughts that often can hear
My brain when I lay in a coffin still
Take precaution in the field
Take a rocket to the park
Walk it like a puppy dog, dog i'm still
Dranking trippin on colt you
Said triple on guard
Pulled a blade from my drawers
Put it to you on God you'll have no tomorrow
I'm still
Free on the streets it's been week after week
Talkin about it sent tweet after tweet
When the fuck will they learn
You get beato and cheese
I'm on the freeway hanging my jeans
Take precaution in the field
Keep your fucking eyes peeled
Keep a thrubber in your drawers
Take the rocket to the park
Walk it like a puppy dog, dog