Isaiah Rashad - 2 Pills (Hands Out) lyrics
[Isaiah Rashad - 2 Pills Hands Out lyrics]
Yo, ah that shit like that, er
Yeah
Two pills and a Mac-11, red, blue, you choose
Tryna spit a few flows to get my money up
Look I'm 20 years old and
I ain't done enough and 'til the sun set
Roll another blunt for my real nigga Kembe
I'm not only the leader but
I follow the village
I swear them niggas is killing it in Chicago
Now put the gun down
Waiting to put the world on 'em
I get tired of the problems and depression
The bitches and the bitching, come
And get your girl, homie
Shallow dreams and broken hеarts
Black Benz's they're tryna makе
Material wishes and spiritual blisses
They stay focused on inferior pictures
You got your mothafuckin' hands out
I hid so, so far away, so far away
But I still, I still hear the gun sounds
Bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang, bang bang, bang bang
Two kills from a Mac-11, red and blue
You lose
A nigga need bail so get your money out
I'm twenty years old and
I ain't done enough
Lord, I swear I got the answers for my people
And bullets bring the reaper
I heard my first lie in
A church from a preacher
I sank low cause that's where
They want to keep us
Just give me love, give me sex
Give me reefer and after school getting high
With the teachers
I tried to promise my momma
I'd make it honest
Say what's on your heart I
Promise they call it conscience
And conscious don't make no dollars
No dollars unless you Common
Now get your mothafuckin' hands out
I hid so, so far away, so far away
But I still, I still hear the gun sounds
Bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang, bang bang, bang bang
Yeah
Two pills and a Mac-11, red, blue, you choose
Tryna spit a few flows to get my money up
Look I'm 20 years old and
I ain't done enough and 'til the sun set
Roll another blunt for my real nigga Kembe
I'm not only the leader but
I follow the village
I swear them niggas is killing it in Chicago
Now put the gun down
Waiting to put the world on 'em
I get tired of the problems and depression
The bitches and the bitching, come
And get your girl, homie
Shallow dreams and broken hеarts
Black Benz's they're tryna makе
Material wishes and spiritual blisses
They stay focused on inferior pictures
You got your mothafuckin' hands out
I hid so, so far away, so far away
But I still, I still hear the gun sounds
Bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang, bang bang, bang bang
Two kills from a Mac-11, red and blue
You lose
A nigga need bail so get your money out
I'm twenty years old and
I ain't done enough
Lord, I swear I got the answers for my people
And bullets bring the reaper
I heard my first lie in
A church from a preacher
I sank low cause that's where
They want to keep us
Just give me love, give me sex
Give me reefer and after school getting high
With the teachers
I tried to promise my momma
I'd make it honest
Say what's on your heart I
Promise they call it conscience
And conscious don't make no dollars
No dollars unless you Common
Now get your mothafuckin' hands out
I hid so, so far away, so far away
But I still, I still hear the gun sounds
Bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang, bang bang, bang bang