Killah Priest — Lil Boi

[Verse 1] We squeeze guns for stupid reasons Police come, we breezin’, yeah we leavin’ Well, our passion for blast is everlasting [?] gasping for air Old age, the truth blackens your hair ’til you’re a youth and you fall flat on the chair Tears reflect your future years You’re in a group, pass around beers Now you’re in the coupe and the stairs ’til the stoop with your peers Now you shoot in affair, or you shoot in the air Play hoops in your new gear Now you’re with the razor that you’re using to tear That’s when you interfere, or you enter here You box or you in a box or a cellblock You yell, “Stop,” twelve cops [?] or not Playing for that bail to drop Used to sell rocks, used to let the shell pop Now you’re getting the mail from the stock This is how hell watch [Verse 2] Hell’s eyes are flaming, we anguish We bang quick for this gang shit Bs and Cs, [?] GDs Vs and 10s Gambling, shots are scrambling Watch the candle hot handle We stop, we stiff and rigor mortis Sit in, we trigger all of us are corpses Devils are hauling, with no flying saucers Just dying portraits of lions in the fortress For all us, niggas and pitchers of liquors Waving our figures ’til they hear us in our mental scriptures Thought Bibles and pens Rivals within, the revival again They’re biting the vital, I write in my skin Scarred like a tattoo or a black Jew Wait, who am I kidding? No mazel tov Just a Molotov, for miles I walk This hour’s approaching I’m doing it so how y’all talk? [Sample]