Lyrics Young God - Crisis Renegade

Street fillers
Nothing but hoes and young killers
Act pally stay ballied like the drones cant see us
And the cops run cirles like sharks when they pree us
Any means
Tell me what you think that means
Shotting to feans losing all your young dreams
No world keep you covered we opening up the seams
Understand aint nothing as it seems
Aint nothing left to grow man
They think and impose that
Enforce and enroll that
No thoughts of the blowback
Change like channels on your tv
While these people got you thinking thats reality
You know that theres more to life
But stil you gotta work that 9-5 to pay your bills
Man i understand the struggle
Im just wanna change the system round to profit one another
Instead of just another 1% thats under cover

You stuck on thoughts like how they built the pyramids
So unpopular im infamous
Told you bro i do it for the coast and the kids
Not these hoes in the vids
Or that smoke or that bitch
Hiding from the terrors let me kick back
Five differnt personalities im fucking sick fam
Thoughts come to torment im flippin like a gymnast
Then spin em like a cyclone like i know ive been bad

Yeah ill probably die with it
Think roll the dice with it
Bring it back to life now im fucking up your life with it
Hoe row your boat bitch im taking out your tribe with it
Bitch show your tits send that pic dont reply with it
Woah
Dark nights and mishaps
Part violent
Part silent
Take away your pride like a bitch slap
Thinking like doctor for this music got a sick lab
Bust into the building know im asking where the gins at
Start swearing with my all voice slury
Never rated the jury
People try to clean my vision or pennys they seem blury
Tryna keep up with the time zones staying up early
Heard it through the vine or i heard it from a birdie
Biting on these perceys
Cant swerve me cant curve me
Have a glass of water think your thursty
Like Bitch sit theres no way you can hurt me
Im a God