kounterclockwise - unload lyrics
unload
lyrics by deacon burns
ain’t got no doe but blowing dro
staying fly from head to toe
looking rich but we poor
baby this is how it goes
hangin at the corner store, drinking on a forty yo
ain’t no other place to go so this is all we know
when you’re raised in the ghetto baby better roll low
cause when them gun shots flow
you better hit the floor
when we rock the show i got my crew in the front row
c-ck your gats back, it’s time to unload
setting fire to the game cause it’s time for a change
i know you’re tired of these lames
so look at we sw-ng
if you ain’t living on the edge you just taking up sp-ce
in this rat race full of snakes out for the papes
we give a whole lot more then what you paid for
music’s meant to uplift
not just getting tricks and rings and chains and whips
that’s cool, but there’s more to this then just talking sh-t
what does it take to break through to your ignorant crew
they think i’m acting brand new but i got old shoes
and stand toe to toe with anybody who wants to go
c-ck your gats back
it’s time to unload
ain’t got no dough but blowing dro
staying fly from head to toe
looking rich but we poor
baby this is how it goes
hangin at the corner store, drinking on a forty yo
ain’t no other place to go so this is all we know
when you’re raised in the ghetto baby better roll low
cause when them gun shots flow
you better hit the floor
when we rock the show i got my crew in the front row
c-ck your gats back, it’s time to unload
as above so below all in time all is time
in the mind we grow
red light, green light, gots to go
bootstraps bill, can’t sit still or move slow
gotta get the dough
rent overdue
gas bill due
light bill due
phone bill due
baby gotta eat to
it’s hard to stay positive when you got to provide and give
make you wanna sell crack to the kids
pull a strap and do a bid
with life as hard as it is just to try and live
we bring the heat like a stove and you can’t stop my glow
c-ck your gats back, it’s time to unload
ain’t got no dough but blowing dro
staying fly from head to toe
looking rich but we poor
baby this is how it goes
hangin at the corner store, drinking on a forty yo
ain’t no other place to go so this is all we know
when you’re raised in the ghetto baby better roll low
cause when them gun shots flow
you better hit the floor
when we rock the show i got my crew in the front row
c-ck your gats back, it’s time to unload
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