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obediah shah - night watch lyrics

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[verse]
before i was onnis keeper/
i was 4nems keeper/
i was bruddas brudda/
nothing short of a weaker product/
collateral, you get the picture/
the hood politics, you could picture it, just like a catalog/
regardless of category i would hunt with the big dogs/
combative and pr+ne to be+/

frequent dismemberment/
if you getting hot headed we’ll to chase and we’ll use you for kickball/
“imma need me some racks if you want his body back”/
it’s pay at pickup, better pray we don’t pick up the bill that the ogs left/
cause we spare no expenses/
just check the expense log/

and spare me the “on my momma, or on fonem”/
this .40 don’t give a f+ck about intention/
i/
could never be coy/
the culture could never look out for the boy/
the moral compass is inevitably void/
so lock tf in, get a grip and stay focused/

you’re left in a quick halt/
must i remind you it’s 40 v. 4?/
call us the horseman, we’ve headed for war/
decorative bandanas been over worn/
all their demeanors was short of decorum/
sorta a sort of assorted withdrawals from the holster got brothers preparing quick draws/

im warning you, i am the wardens war clip/
enforcing a ample amount of torn limbs/
poisonous to a new sense of torture/
potencies l+sting your dawgs to courtship/
rather eat dirt, from the scorched earth than/
let you get any points in/

“so am i a good man?”/
i’ve been exploited/

“so am i a good man?”/
nah, don’t got the bandwidth/

“so am i a good man?”/
i’ve been exploited/

“so am i a good man?”/
nah, don’t got the bandwidth/

“so am i a good man?”/
[verse ii]
i got my sources/
i got my sources/
chop up a torso/
turquoise bandannas tied to my flag pole/
flag down a ragged hoe/
bag em and tag em/
“there goes your dads hoe”/
pass around cash flow with “bad notes” in em/

duffel bags come and go this time of year/

every man, child or manchild wanna a cut of the coldest gear/
need the most at least/
and every woman, b+tch or lame hoe wanna a birkin piece/
“piece it together, everyone has no shame amongst the thieves”/

and that’s where the story leaves me/
a lot can change in 7 months with unsupervised teachings/
i learned how to clean a gun with no military/
i learn how to rid a body with no forensics class/
“i learned how to free my mind”, is a common saying/
i learned about your whereabouts in this petite city/

you know i’ve been here/
you’d be surprised how many lives you can not just outlive here/

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