The Constant Gardeners

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Billy Woods] Fear of success, prefer the devil he knows He made sure them bad grades never made it home Peer pressure got the kid way out his zone Tapping 40s, smoking Newports, talking black to moms 'Cause feels good when they let him tag along The young havocs get caught in dragons The system got nigga-magnets, niggas got machines And rations, spliffs packed up like clips Let the lighter lick the tip, smoke drift Cantaloupe lemonade and Sunkist Yeah, it's some good shit You can taste where the sun kissed, what I was saying Is in the streets you're never really missed To these niggas, it's just how that blunt twist [Chorus] [?] [Verse 2: Priviledge] Twizzler [?] tree Would you please pass the aux to me? Fi chop it down easily, legally Rolling all the sticky green [?] Only ever want a home Like a little bit of weight [?] So you know how it go right Disconnect the row lights Midnight where you see those flashing lights Eyes clenched tight He spit those piffy poems They called him Swissy Stones Brought to you by Quincy Jones Exec-producer Billy Bones Twist and Mako Haze with essage doves I'm at your scripts and measured tones For lesser foes infectious flows Stretch like leaves where that lighter grows My mind is circles, my diesel's purple Certainly sir, here to serve you [Chorus] [?] [Verse 3: Billy Woods] Never forget that first hit I'll never forget my first [?], first zone first brick First spliff of that uptown piff Wayne'll look at me and say this is that "shhhh" Sizzler turning on tables, RZA burning unstable High learning the green is high earning Carried more packs than beast of burden So high we stuck to the top Big Ziploc's and private stock Fuck watching clocks, heist of the century Phillies by the box, priced exponentially Came home from the war digging money out the ground Like "praise the Lord!" I was lost but now I'm found I was blind but now I see, it was dime after dime Eight after eight, case after case Caught by yours and mine, jaws of the beast stay open Laws of the streets: just don't start hoping Off of this moment, raise glasses Haze ashes fall from cigars, white table cloths My mistress' acid fallen out her bra 2001 the hustlers Odyssey, it's all stars Thin line between laughing hard and gripping bars One last beer in my mother's back yard In retrospect, after I left niggas starved But for a brief moment, the world was ours