Ghettosocks, Dk, Skyzoo, Rome Streetz - What It Seems lyrics

Shit's gettin’ way outta hand where the
Corporations turn the forwards to
Said what politicians we assure us
Is more than the plan
Fortune expands body cams recording your
Fam the trickle downs for
The less fortunate man of course
Support the troops and
Don't bother to question
Everybody's grandfather's
Legend cops in objectors
The light of truth shaiman
Knopfler reflectors, boy shot
He's with the auto would check this sort the
Water protectors inaudible
The first time we want to pin him down as a
Criminal now love thе song
No kid around the brick
The middle Rousе of the Congo
And to be honest, even the
Question of who's dishonest
Who keeps the troops in order? Cause on
The roots of hardship I'll be induces
Hard to shoot or moving saw you
Wants to food we always stop

Live is mortal combat
Things ain’t always what it seems

Oh Swedish strange sleeping on 10 frames
Visionary been the same call
Out alarm, but within reason, like
End game Dole's book
Bento inaudible swollen like thing frames
The trimmer like that, the
Lullabies like a scene out of strap your car
Go home a sass and need a seat in the back
They see you out on the dime and she'll
Be sleeping like dead your pay no
Nevermind like ain't no cause dreaming on
Beefer viewpoint as much as the
Shippy see you for who you
Bought one or let's say
Fro glam between being so a holdup is some
Waste in becoming which server you awake
The chicken black reflecting all
At the corner
Saying it's when mattresses are noble
California King waken up to
Believe in which we
Know was swearing that it was real

I got million dollar dreams
Trying to bring them
To fruition fuck wishin’ i'm active with the
Scheme until we click it and everybody in
The clip rich live in the vision
But, I'm still throwing rocks at the prison
Shady dealings on both sides
The mission is to make
The transition promise means
To call the time Cal tech nine
That's on my mind the chilling
In the fly pavilion
Cause the shit did not design made the
Killing you fill in the hero
Wouldn't a villain not respect the
N- that took a miss
To go against the system life's a b -
I'm gonna stick my d - and f
- the world like it's a
Tradition of rap like fresh at the
Chess table with the clock tickin’
Nice enough to checkmate your king with
A pawn on the shit you
Be on songs and spend the song
From NYC to Hong Kong
Even when I'm gone bury me
With weed and Ralphie on, i'm a fucking don
Never been a minute thinker my mind's wise
Enough to see the big picture
Plot to get richer