METAFOUR

I'm on the night shift Shit getting way too deep She wanna blow up my line Tell her it come with a fee She lovin all over my body She move to the tune of the beat She wanna know when i deposit i tell That lil bitch that i don't keep receipts I need a brand new whip I want a brand new house I need a brand new bitch gon who Come over she lemme spit in her mouth Some people say that is disgusting Tell a bitch go to be free She wanna go do what i want do tho And she wanna come kick it with me I'm takin that shit as a compliment But i don't want her around me if I'm being honest Too busy been thinking bout things that i gotta get It should be obvious, Too busy being oblivious Music i made at the start was ridiculous Now i done grown up i've taken them shits to the chest I don't need anymore rest 'Bout to start coming for necks Never had a co-sign Never had a show time But i been rapping still Running outta your time Had enough of your rhymes We can tell cap from real You don't only gotta be working as hard as me Also you gotta be working as smart as me No one can tell you what it is you gotta be You figure that shit out cause it's every man for himself Every man for himself We are the workers we make the all shit And i think we deserve all the wealth They keepin shit to theyself Meanwhile we stocking up all of they shelves So they can make profit and sell And keep us in a livin hell We are the people we in this together don't let them make us into enemies They have all the money they have all the power they have all the shit to make remedies There's only two parties no wonder that all of us have been driven to extremities We need to indict all them fuckers in power who make us all pay for their felonies I'm on the night shift Shit getting way too deep Got me here thinking bout life And all of the things i believe All of us only got one shot Accept whatever you gon be Clouds will be here but only for a moment so do not hesitate the least I live in the land of the lost Building a world to be free in Your soul is about what it cost To achieve all the things that you're seeing Think you wanna be at the top Well f*ck it bro try to go be it My only thing is you gotta get past me and sorry I am undefeated Back at it again I'm a savage again An addict who forming a habit again I'm passionate You don't know the half of it Studying the raps so you never say that Jack was a trend Who own the oil Who own the banks Who fund the war Killin' with tanks Who own the jails Who make the food Shit getting stale What's up with the news The past never dead cause it happens again Gotta know the facts cause the future depends On all of us knowing what the f*ck is going on so you just gotta be diligent reminding all your friends It's nineteen eighty four Not likely they restore The psyche of the four Hide the metaphor I'd be better for Siding with the Lord Life what Heaven for Strive for better more yuh I'm on the night shift Shit getting way too deep She wanna blow up my line Tell her it come with a fee She lovin all over my body She move to the tune of the beat She wanna know when i deposit i tell That lil bitch that i don't keep receipts I need a brand new whip I want a brand new house I need a brand new bitch gon who Come over she lemme spit in her mouth Some people say that is disgusting Tell a bitch go to be free She wanna go do what i want do tho and she wanna come kick it with me I'm on the night shift Shit getting way too deep Got me here thinking bout life And all of the things i believe All of us only got one shot Accept whatever you gon be Clouds will be here but only for a moment so do not hesitate the least I live in the land of the lost Building a world to be free in Your soul is about what it cost To achieve all the things that you're seeing Think you wanna be at the top Well f*ck it bro try to go be it My only thing is you gotta get past me and sorry I am undefeated Who own the oil Who own the banks Who fund the war Killin' with tanks Who own the jails Who make the food Shit getting stale What's up with the news It's nineteen eighty four Not likely they restore The psyche of the four Hide the metaphor I'd be better for Siding with the Lord Life what Heaven for Strive for better more Who own the oil Who own the banks Who fund the war Killin' with tanks Who own the jails Who make the food Shit getting stale What's up with the news It's nineteen eighty four Not likely they restore The psyche of the four Hide the metaphor I'd be better for Siding with the Lord Life what Heaven for Strive for better more Let's turn in our Bibles to Ephesians six twelve for Our study this evening It's nineteen eighty four Not likely they restore Paul has encouraged them to be strong in the Lord In the power of His might Put on the whole armor of God The whole armor of God That we might be able to stand against The wiles of the Devil and now we realize Why we need the whole armor For we wrestle not against flesh and blood But against principalities Against powers Against the rulers of darkness of this world Against spiritual wickedness in high places In high places Our real battles are not physical battles Our battle is against spirit forces