The Shutters

Lyrics

[Intro: Murs] Some shit that don't gotta make no sense [Verse 1: Murs] Yeah, let the haters hate Got a death wish, probably live 'til I'm 88 Grey dreadlocks and can't see straight Too old to spit a hot sixteen but got a mean eight Clean slate, new label, new chain still Your favorite rapper OD'ing on his pain pills You motherfuckers can't eat what you can't kill Seventh level of Heaven where the saints chill Spilling holy water, filling up the gutter lane Blasphemy, you calling out the god by any other name I'm Clubber Lang with a Hogan 'stache I'm Mr. Pink making moves with the stolen cash Buy the bar in South Dakota then I dip out Rolling with a fly native chick, she pulled my dick out Sippin' on a thick stout, shitting on the IPA's My niggas know I lived the dream even if I die today [Verse 2: Reuben Vincent] When raps come off the brain it's like I'm on promethazine Never leaning though, 'cause I'ma bring the pain like Method Man Work hard up in the rain, since back then, them Kool-Aid stains But these Kool-Aid stains these days is very hard to clean Brothers is getting slain so I'm dying to live While over here tryna complain about the flaws in my gift You know my raps a present, the old sold is very pleasant Saying time is money? Well, honey, my time is well spent No Rollie but I feel like I'm straight ballin' Feel like I'm on top, impossible to me to fall in But listen, you know anything can happen at this moment From the souls that get tooken, from the hearts that get broken To the night, in the morning you know I got to shine If you can't read these lines, you better read between the lines Mama taught me men should not gossip or count profit You gift making stocks high just like sock stockings [Verse 3: Bad Lucc] The last prophet, young watch gothic, insane knowledge Never went to college, my lineage is the logic Street driven, far from a dreamer, I strap my team up Never let these crackers attack you, blanco suprema B-A-D is the name, searching for fame? No Nat Turner gang, you Jamie Foxx in Django Strictly for the movie, jack, in fact, yeah they study me My smarts got her out her dress, grabbing on them double D's Walk the streets of LA where they tell them lies of money getting Money getting, yeah, but most the money getting's funny getting Hating at a high, morals at a low, watch him I ain't voting for none of these motherfuckin' mayors down in Gotham I still get fresher than most, teaching the young Yo, your history ain't shit, what you learned in school got you dumb Other than science and math, some of that is tainted, ain't it? We lost our native language and most of it had been painted On walls and pyramid halls, in scrolls that still exist Way older than them Dead Scrolls shit, ain't that a bitch? Maxin' out on my power, I'm tryna line up with stars Yeah, I could have did some gangbang shit, but that ain't God Most of my killers need help and knowledge of self to stop 'em Before they ride around with that chopper and police chop 'em Our destiny is king and queen, literally Ain't no shit you just say on some black power synergy Little old Luccy peeped the scene and I'ma warn you Before these faggots swarm you, I'll be in your corner Yeah, they like Harriet Tubman moving the crowd Now watch 'em sell out, that bourgeois nigga say I'm too loud