You put lives on the line, shoestring ties on the line
Woah
I been cashin' in, cuttin' checks and cutting edge
Cuttin' lines in to my head, it's OD
God bless ODB, if I see him in my sleep
I'ma bow and wash his feet, you showed me
How to do the deeds, I laid Backwoods into wreaths
Keep my head up like Maurice, I'm floating
Step before the people and greet 'em how I greet you
And you make sure my gifts keep flowin'
You that nigga for them bitches
You that nigga for them bitches
You that heifer for them bitches
Fuck whatever, fuck the riches
Sell your soul, sell your soul
Cut the prize and eat the difference
Fake persona if it gets you what you wanna
Get behind the fattest donk, or have these woman on your trunk
Or have your ego high as chimpanzee in space
Out of orbit, out of place
You put life on the line, you put lives on the line
Shoestring ties on the line, what you like, I provide
You put ass on the 'Gram, perfect titties in they hands
You put p***y in it's place, you got that shit from your fam'
That food ain't far from the branch, it's big pimpin' where you land
I see coward where you stand, ghetto zombies in a trance
I been eatin' diabetes and Cheetos for dinner, my nigga
Since I was like two or three years old, can't give that up, nigga
I been hatin' on white folks for hatin' us, nigga
I been wastin' my neighbors for playin' with us niggas
Might lose off the avenue
Might lose off the avenue
No food, split my last with you
No news, that's my attitude
Might lose off the avenue
Might lose
No food, split my last with you
No rules
I got wants, I got needs, I got PTSD
I got suicidal thoughts beneath and Neicy Nash fantasies
Knew the pleasures of the flesh 'fore I finished learnin' me
First it's fuck 'em, nothin' else, if you spot me on the street
Still I'm snappin' together my daddy's pieces
Still figurin' out my mama's secrets
Your value and your honor, but your worth come from deceit
The nigga that you hatin' on
Probably got something he could teach your corny ass
While you in the corner grindin' teeth
I'm just followin' the weed smoke
Seen too many niggas lose life over they ego
You never see me comin', I was raised by a torpedo
In a tornado, you just a seagull, you seem slow
You're OD to me like placebo
Me and G-O-D share our needles
Ten toes down, a man of the people
Blue avenue, yellow eyes get the green glow
Might lose off the avenue
No food, split my last with you
Might lose off the avenue
Might lose
No food, split my last with you
No rules
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Avenue - EARTHGANG
