programmed kidz Lyrics

I've been dealing with real shit since 20 trapped in my placement

You just thinking it's bullshit til the name known and that's basic

Bitch moves

God choose what I go through and I face it

Another 24 to be controlled (Stop it)

I'm in love with pretty hoes (Proverbs)

Telling me I'm fucking up and stuck in lust

We like girls but we love the sluts

And I ain't got no time, she don't wanna cut

I swear I lose my mind, no one hit me up

Deceiving lips and crucifixions

On a mission

Jeremiah but it's for the children

Cause America's been fucked up

I be stressing bout too much

13's you can't walk in

Agonizing my soul and prophesizing in songs can lead to sleep but it's God's plan

Evil workin' like 24

Seven days he want my soul

Weed smoke made schizo

Paranoid at my window

Cause that pistol and my pen flow be exercising your temple

But y'all fucking up my mental when you playing round with my name bro

And I'm pissed off

Molotov hyperboles eternally or rest in peace because a piece

Apostle preach I'm stuck between the evil shit that's telling me

Money come and go bitches turning into hoes

Shut the fuck up

Why you fucking up my soul

Snakes in the green I swear there's something in the dope

Snakes in the green, snakes

Snakes in the green, snakes

Money come and go bitches turning into hoes

Shut the fuck up

Why you fucking up my soul

Snakes in the green I swear there's something in the dope

Snakes in the green, snakes

Snakes in the green, snakes

Open minded conspiracist

Bitches think I'm delirious

People don't know how real it is

That we living in sin and shit visions get scary

When redefining everything I learned a lie

Can't lead the blind to better times

Cause who am I to take a group and colonize

I strategize my thoughts, ungodly plots digress the walk

I'm here to talk my shit

Is that your girl? The gram own that bitch

I'm in a world with your programmed kids

When shit get real the real die from this

They hit my line I ain't blind to this

But ain't no way I'm gon' hide from this

So understand what your options is

Achilles heels melt, peace eternal

With these cards dealt all my hurdles

Hell bound

Heaven bound

Thunder sounds

Hallow rounds

Keep us sound

Take a crowd

Make it loud

Pray to God, Jesus name

Money, fame make you change

Warning me I don't need anything I don't need anything but God

Struggle with your self love, tat it on you; always feel there's something wrong

Different thoughts inside my head that make a melody and play a different song

And I ain't mean no disrespect to keep it honest I'm just saying what I think

But homie ain't shit real shit don't be tryna fucking cope to me