Lesser Sorrows ft. June Megalodon & Phillie Lyrics

Megalodon, I'm coming, swimming

Feel my new shit, here it come, bitch

Blaze at these niggas head, here's my letter for the dead

Watch me walk the black avenue, salary kept the revenue

There was best dressed,

Lester invested his evils through his own people

Smoking L's on Helen's church steeples, give you a preview

Heart of Jaws, the sequel, wild like rugby

Forty-five in the scully, life was lovely

Bubbly by the fifth, consuming six all

Twenty-six, he was old, blinded for the gold

In place of his goals, tomorrow's Churchill

Serving, pardon his sorrows

Enemies by the state, leased his fate

Life was borrowed,

Baking soda sour power

Laced lungs,

Top of the news hour, 28 dead in the slums

Yo, he own the gun that killed Malcolm

And the barrel still hot, we got guilt

By possession, after this verse, my words rot

Overstand, my mic blends, the past and the future

A time suture, diluter, question my heart to shoot ya

Ain't no way from hell and it ain't no staircase

Sometimes I find my gray matters a one-level maze

Raised the cross hairs and aim, I'll take the blame

Bring the blue flames, verbally decay and make it rain

Maiming mic cords, from Maine to the vice lords

My pipe cords, slice forms and styles

Miles Davis, stewing a bitch's brew

Period blood, mark the curfew

Sun cycle, life trifle, basic instruction, the bible

Rivals ready for the desert eagle

Dreary rain, riding in the regal

Aiming laser beams at the steeple

Steal great dreams from evil

Feel great hymns from people

Feeling my tonsils responsible

For doctorates unwashable

Gestures is counterfeit

I'm the money, power spent

Wrestling weakness

Yo, I need a week's rest

Forbearance, feel the realness

Catch me sleeping in a Kevlar vest

You wouldn't understand me

You wouldn't know what day it is

Government cheese, cuisines

Heat was a luxury

Goodwill box jeans just wasn't enough for me

Thugs kept me company

Swearing they had love for me

Nine in the dungarees

Left me to do a one to three

Should've got probation

Was a first time offender

But in jail, at least I had breakfast, lunch and dinner

Kept me warm in the winter

Was out by spring

Wasn't worried about being fresh

'Cause we all wore greens and sandals

Handled myself in the fierce battle

Who you talking to, nigga

For that, I had to slap you

Who asked you

Ain't trying to be hard

Trying to survive

And even on the outs

I feel like I'm still inside