Birds

Lyrics

Life in the ghetto shouldn't be so rough Shouldn't be so rough Shouldn't be so rough Shouldn't be so rough [Verse 1: Killah Priest] Call me Priest Adamis, of weed chronic Urban turban fatigue for garments Versions Old and New Testaments is Dead Presidents Underworld coke measurements with whole evidence From forensic teams, lap test, access, gas press within his jeans Sister screams behind the black desk, Mardi Gras mass of death Party hard laugh couldn't catch his breath The mind that manipulated the world The nine and nickel plated will hurl bullet Ricochet through his girl, the great harlot And used money in the men, the souls for scarlet Same bitch that put my head for target Two SKs under my armpit From the pyramid projects, ganja gates is in profits Street Parables search for the pharaoh's tomb [Verse 2: ?] Gallop with speed stress I bre tell them Words develop from ped of speech Thunder clap when I mentioning the Beast, not and Priest Know if God throw it out believe the devil retrieves Seeing whips I used to envy before sale signs Even Kings get their plans revised playing demise Watch for signs 'cause it ain't a disguise Yeah you got two faces only once at the eyes And now you got 10 Paces make the most of your time Note in this Prime Divine design serious lines Got the crew sitting laughing at ridiculous death threats It's all on voicemail I ain't seen death yet Got hater upon hater lines up at the gate boy But all they do is watch ain't no motherfucker making noise My mama asked me if I keep the hammer ready Pops tell me keep it steady, banging in their body plenty Let's get ill [Verse 3: ?] Man from the bottom to the top yall the game for real The pain is real we walking through the flames for real I'm from here niggas soul dope that their mothers to pay bills Trying to make a better life, many niggas lay still It's death before the son of we ain't starving no More so take a lesson from leave your heart at the door Or one thrust from a katana put your heart on the floor Every ghetto be a psalm, it's the heart of the war Dead man live spirits on embalming fluid When Cloud hopping on your journey put your all into it 'Cause the real ride for it, many even died for it Or should I say reborn from their lives of torment The air that we breath scorches Inhale and exhale the smell of dead corpses from lead horses Wars of religion, Muslim to Christian Killing over lamb for all the Abraham children