ANIMOSITY ft. Cal Wayne Lyrics

Yeah, they say if you gon' talk, if you gon' talk

You gotta tell the truth, you gotta tell the truth

Can't see no other way, Cal Wayne, nigga

Yeah, said we livin' in the last days, got niggas scared as shit

Ain't even been six months since Trump became the president

And he already dropped his phones up in Baghdad, gunpowder explode

Probably get booked now they manipulatin' the polls

But that's sure enough to close when we out there on the strolls

Wish I lied for a country to give us life when we come home

Devil beatin' on my soul, Trump's tryin' to build a wall

Make America great again, how

I seen the Miskis home, bitch, leave them people alone

There's a message in this song

Ever ask what's happenin' to the blacks when all them people gone

Probably lock us all down, it's the slavery sinkin' round

Klan men knockin' on the door when all around the town

And them lone white gone, leavin' single parent home

Where the kids call they dad as niggas or call they mamas ho

Psychological enslavement, the greatest story that's never told

Hurricane breakin' limits, this city filled up like a bowl

Birds fallin' out the sky, fish watchin' up on shows

See my brother before I went to jail, he died but I came home

You gon' hug me, hug me long, you gon' love me, leave me long

You gon' spend a nigga money, bitch, then hold that nigga gone

Until he gone, and this my Houston road flow

I need to hit the loop, the black sheep in my city

Cause I spit the truth, the smoke foggin' out the car

But my windows tinted, I love my hood but I was hype

It been so many killers, the streets love me

Got a great understanding about it

It hard to tell them stop the war after so many losses

Really a legend in the streets, nigga, go ask about me

But outcasted in the industry, they ban me out it

But lyrically, I'm Brad Jordan with a pen and pad

I'm still equal, I'm no suckin' dick or kissin' ass

I'm Michael Jackson to the streets, they say that nigga bad

You hide behind designer clothes, but on the beat you trash

You better keep a bag on, you tryna buy the love

Cause you ain't got shit, my nigga, but I ain't the one to judge

I sing with fame and money, dude, to some best friends

Same one behind you at your wedding, I'm your best man

Can you hear me, it's just me

A young nigga tryna make it on these rough streets

I'm on my knees beggin', please come and save me

A whole world done made a nigga crazy

I got my three fives, never can't control it

Screamin' die, motherfucker, and he's loaded

Everybody run for cover, oh shit

Thug life, motherfucker, I duck quick

Never wrong if I am, don't worry me

Cause do or die, keepin' high till they bury me

Dear Lord, if you hear me, tell me why

A little girl like Natasha had to die

She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot

Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped

And when I saw it on the news, how she bucked the girl that killed Natasha

Now I'm screamin', fuck the world

In the end, it's my friends that flip-flop

Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop

Thug life, motherfucker, I lick shots

Every nigga on the block tryna say I'm hot

Dear Lord, can you hear me when I die

Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up and high

With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga

Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer

And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for life

I got the heart to fight now

Mama raised a Hellraiser while I cried

That's just life in the ghetto, do or die

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