Strong Arm Steady, Fashawn, Planet Asia - Questions lyrics

Caolition of the willing
No relation to the self-serving hermit's
In the higher positions
Correlation of a killing, in fact
The true and living, I exalt
Eradicates fault and? Product of prohibition
Young son of Ronald Reagan's '84 crack era
Feel terror in the mirror find reflections
Of the struggle how the streets infect him
Impressions from an automatic weapon
Can't teach em death
Fear the electric chair's a short walk
But a long way down, not to ballpark
A paradise like a Peruvian flight
Short trucks, the horror of a hooligans life
Parallel to the lessons I learned twice
Tell me how lucky can one man be
That's three will he make it out the
Game 'fore his legs break
Wandering, running for nothing but a
Way to get cake

All the long nights, short days
Blood, sweat and tears
Sit back and look at my life
Like "How'd I make it here?"
This can't be real
It's all a dream, this can't be right
All the long nights, short days
Blood, sweat and tears
Sit back and look at my life
Like "How'd I make it here?"
This can't be real
It's all a dream, this can't be right

Aphrodite calligraphy nigga tree
Mac ministry straight out the middle east
Malevolent militia
We forcing agendas on infidels
The records catch burn like single cell?
Your daughters love me i get a lot of bush
100 bars, three packs of woods, a lot of kush
I'm on your neck with a solid foot
You got the brolic look but you not a crook
Fuck out the way 'fore I do something to you
In the kitchen with coke
I might have put the heat
To your cup of noodles
I style pricey, foul and shiesty rhyme Icy
What I spit is just a fix for the pipe fiends
Vivid with my thoughts like sight-seeing
Kilos of ice cream got the
House flooded with nice things
Nature taking it's course, violent assault
My timing is warped
Diamonds over Nautica sport

All the long nights, short days
Blood, sweat and tears
Sit back and look at my life
Like "How'd I make it here?"
This can't be real
It's all a dream, this can't be right
All the long nights, short days
Blood, sweat and tears
Sit back and look at my life
Like "How'd I make it here?"
This can't be real
It's all a dream, this can't be right

Skipped college went straight for the pros
For those who don't know
Lets end the speculation
Scribbled rhymes out back of my hand
Second nature started following the omens
Realized my life's sacred
All the time niggas ask "where you been?"
'Fore you know it I'm gone in the wind
Doing my thing
In another region squeezing my pen
Burning the flame
Them aromatic backwoods clouded my brain
Back in my lane doing what I'm 'posed to do
T-shirts, sweatshirts trying to
Make mogul moves like Percy and Russel
I flex my mind and my muscle
In the meantime still
Intertwining with hustlers
If it's 4 broke niggas I ain't
Trying to be the 5th on the turf since birth
I was cursed with a gift
I can turn a flower to a pistol
Man that's power
100 miles per hour with a pencil

All the long nights, short days
Blood, sweat and tears
Sit back and look at my life
Like "How'd I make it here?"
This can't be real
It's all a dream, this can't be right
All the long nights, short days
Blood, sweat and tears
Sit back and look at my life
Like "How'd I make it here?"
This can't be real
It's all a dream, this can't be right