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ionte - why i feel lyrics

turnin’ on the news all i see is natural disasters
wit gun blasters gunnin’ down some doctors and sum pastors
i think its funny how were going for our bachelors
or masters and still don’t see the money like nfl drafters
heartless police officer tells the mother gently
that her son got clapped for mistaken ident-ty
95 till infinity i can’t stand this century
if i’m lying this a false doc-mentary
my n-gga said life got him stressed he fightin’ off some demons
i told him i would take him to go see the colosseums
and try to educate him about life and julius ceaser
i told him we great beings we just some underachievers
promised my dad i got the heart of leonidas
war paint ready for war still fighting for the righteous
think u won’t be get shot by ya best friend with the nina
when you go to heaven just for me talk to selena
then you might actually see how f-ck up the world is
i’m still thinkin’ to my self how f-cked up these girl is
whats the point of livin’ with these casualties
and i’m sick of the government n they stupid -ss -n-logies
tell the truth i’m actually on point in gods agenda
all he did was put malcolm x and gandhi in a blender
and he made bg and he made bg
the rarest individual u will ever see
ak 47 spin like helicopter propellers
n-gga i got bars for decades like nelson mandela
if u ridin’ wit the boy u ridin’ wit da good fellas
individuals with real street knowledge story tellers
i tell how it is facts get open
the truth hurts my third eye wheres the ibuprofen
yo girls infidelities a secret like cleopatra
education on astrology ahead of nasa
i’m still ahead of nasa 2x
now im at the table wit these scholars n-gga
writing out a blueprint strategically wit doctors n-gga
workin’ for them big dollars still keepin’ my posture n-gga
i ain’t tryna scare you take out every breath boy
four bloods surround you that’s the red rings of death boy
all my friends broke so on gas we finesse boy
my homeboy rogen knocked dat ho up like seth boy
n i got them jabs right or left boy
head shots f-ck a bulletproof vest boy
donate my brain to the science treasure
have mines by einsteins well see which ones is better
blue ferrari gorgeous wit the f-ckin’ leather
i put all the finer things in life st-tch together
i hope one day ima get this money like mayweather
that kind of happiness that no one can measure

- ionte lyrics

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