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ra scion - beg lyrics

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[verse 1: ra scion]

rock bottom hollerin’

it starts with the tummy growlin’

criminal minded and becoming violent

we went from “peace, god” to these guys? (ok)

congratulations on that peace prize (rock, rock)

my pops dropped a nine in the mail

what kind of fool say “a cooler head prevails”

hammer c-ck; struck the head on the nail – take a second to pray

now which of us is puttin’ bread on the table

salt shaker lost flavor; boss player lost touch

we been chasin’ the same dollar that zhigge tossed up

cut the monster, confident she gon’ bleed out quick

with the flood of blood in the street it’s hard to feed our kids

really how brilly cpr is, when every dog in the pit’s without a heart

make the music with your mouth; make the money out in bismarck

uh, one-two – three .45’s at your back, what you wanna do?

[bridge]

wah da da da
wah da da da da dang
listen to that xd
go! go! c’mon…

[hook]

i toss and turn like kneadin’ this dough

broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together

we not eatin…

b-tch, that’s why the f-ck i stay trippin’ (lord, this all we’ve ever known)

we are really bad at resolvin’ conflict

brothers in arms with them bronsons, bruh

we not eatin…

b-tch, that’s why the f-ck i stay trippin

[verse two]

given the state of affairs here

i would suggest you exercise preparedness

my people are fearful of terrorists

but terraces is where they is

-ss-ssinatin’ king’s – my god, it’s getting serious

superiors will swear it’s just an error; there is

room for all who choose to crawl along the longest line at the mall

and they ain’t never seen a shine so full

howlin’ wolf, moon dogs tipped me off to the law…

checkin’ in with these inmates

demonstrates the lack of level development “edumacation” plays

please, i ain’t pokin’ no fun – been on some hari raps

lame f-ckers, game-huntin ducks with atari gats

target practice, accuracy off the charts

master marksman with a shot to polish off a taller bottle of this (sheeit)

off the charts

master marksman take a shot to polish off the bottle

[hook]

i toss and turn like kneadin’ this dough

broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together

we not eatin…

b-tch, that’s why the f-ck i stay trippin’ (lord, this all we’ve ever known)

we are really bad at resolvin’ conflict

brothers in arms with these bronsons, bruh

we not eatin…

b-tch, that’s why the f-ck i stay trippin

[bridge]

wah da da da
wah da da da dang
listen to that (listen to that)
go! go! go!

[verse three]

they sayin’ “make money money, make money,” what money?

blood money on the red cross, all that flood money

earthquake money money, quake money comin’ late money

maybe drake could front the money, unless he fake… money

g5 plane money;

g8 federal reserve – absurd money

20 billion the clean-up of the spill, money

what that say about the waste? obvious. lobbyists. hill money

sk!lled money builds money

viaduct city money; f-ck dirty diddy money

jay money, kanye and cudi money – call that g.o.o.d. money

tax money funneled through the d, not a dollar reached the hood, money

maybe shady share recovery money

and rehabilitate the love-sick – drug money

pull the plug and let the trickle-down drown us, money

we hungry, this sh-t is getting ugly (uggh)

chorus:

i toss and turn like kneadin’ this dough

broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together

we not eatin

b-tch, that’s why the f-ck i stay trippin’ (lord, this all we’ve ever known)

we are really bad at resolvin’ conflict

brothers in arms with these bronsons, bruh

we not eatin…

b-tch, that’s why the f-ck i stay trippin

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