DJ Kay Slay, Chris Rivers, Produkt , Emilio Rojas - Music Minds lyrics

Yeah, let's slow it down a bit
Big shout to Chris River, Emilio Rojas
Produkt
Kay Slay, Johnny King in the building
Let's go!

Wanna live my life, for no more tax to me
(yeah)
No I ain't coming at next tracks about equity
(nah) ready to run the flesh of my foes
Make them a memory
Write my own b-axes, or BX Malcolm in ecstasy
Run over my friends and see some sustenance
I, wanna go outside and meet
Some kids who want
Bussing clips and such your dick
For box of bucket list fucking chicks
They think they worth for dirt
Van a hearse and then under age
Huh, and see the killer bee, kill dope
In the stage of sue for months
And years and fucking still broke
Low though, I got the jolly
Cadets towards the bills though
Box a meat a lonely sugar mamma be her dildo
Still low but I don't give
A fuck like nuns did (yup)
That should be Spanish platinum
Nigga like puns did
The guns did nothing for the kid
But my lungs did
Come up in my face and let me
Show you what the funds did, rivers
(And we continue on
Big shout to Level 13 on the track)
(Kay Slay and Drama King in the building)
(Shout out to Ford, DVDcom, com)
Yeah, yeah one time

Hey, I be walking around in high saints
Selling nothing but crack at comes
And no telling say much
Nutrition and blapanopa
And when it's broke and malnourished is
Cause they hope we can't flourish
Selling dope, figured dope was
Our purpose shit
But air was so focused on being hood
That they forget the only reason they hustle
So they can leave the hood
A couple a place that they frisk
Don't mean eating good
You living in a place where the
Roaches are fucking eat the worms
Was some poverty so high
With the new minorities me and Kay Slay
We be screaming fuck the authorities
With a little bit of sweat in my palm
Gotta get that head off a me
And I've been protecting my squad
Like a motherfucking quarantine
And they just can't keep us down
So I keep my people round
Tryna get one up on us homie
We fucking beat you down
And I only run with the honest
But y'all are leasing now
I never had words for you poses
Cause I don't speak to clown

Venom on the scale, bloodline full of poison
Everytime I close my eyes
You see the Rolls Royces
Believe it's time we get acquainted
At least one day lames
Am just tryna paint the flavors
Modern day savior
These a lot a ways for labour
And I employed a few
Stunting on these niggas
Baby let's enjoy the view
Coco to the dog food
Am known to serve a pooch
Local what you done fool
My young intern produce was tryna get truce
Am just tryna clear the rouse
Tricky reality, mad max with the toast
And am a
Nicky the mallory abstract in the approach
Am a, King of the castle, am barbaric
Am hard headed
Authentically vast, bad as Paul Barris
Fuck you thought I was nigga?
Another one a them?
For politics pretend that me
And you really friends?
Let's not pretend, nah this is where it ends

DJ Kay Slay the Drama King
The Industry Purge it had to happen