Party Fouls Lyrics

All that blood spilling, that's a party foul

Not looking after the children, that's a party foul

Not bringing shit to the table, that's a party foul

Always tryna fight your neighbor, that's a party foul

It's a vast canyon between the haves and have nots

What's gon' happen to cash when the digits slash

The dollar gon' stop, drop

You gon' box for that emergency relief box

When bankroll no longer issued

What's gon' be the new prop in nigga pictures

Shared crops

Scattered scriptures from revelations apocalyptic

If hell below, we all gon' go, can you dig it

Independent of whatever doctrine you follow

Eventually your liter of Evian gon be hollow

Back to scrapping over water bottles, towers topple tryna jostle for prime position

But that ain't got shit on your toilet tissue

Consumer goods scarce like rare crystals

The wealth don't circulate in trickles, the remainder minuscule

Reagan ain't mastermind them principles

13 mil on a new missile now who got the biggest pistol

All that blood spilling, that's a party foul

Not looking after the children, that's a party foul

Not bringing shit to the table, that's a party foul

Always tryna fight your neighbor, that's a party foul

Let me make it plain for you

If we let the powers that be rearrange us society's definitely in danger

Take cues from the clues at the border

Acute social disorder, the same fools that got the cure for your daughter

Put bullshit in the trix

The sign of a healthy village is to ask how are the kids

They illness misappropriated

A misplaced melancholy nature

Too much time spent online

Where everybody hates ya, pray for em

I be feeling bad too

Across all of my apps up usage, handshake eschewing

I be giving the screen dap

The swipe more addictive than casinos

Face glued to the screen glow, a sharp decrease in human interaction

Every human lampin' on they own island siloed

Take a chance gambling on the high low

Opening day of the Hunger Games rigged, with no updated chance of survival

Are you gon' take the mound and off your rivals

Or go underground at the first sound of a rifle

When the ramparts start and spark you where thou art

You gon' be forced to check the condition of your heart

All your statements blasted in the air with question marks

All that blood spilling, that's a party foul

Not looking after the children, that's a party foul

Not bringing shit to the table, that's a party foul

Always tryna fight your neighbor, that's a party foul