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Ethic - Aint far Lyrics



Ethic - Aint far Lyrics




This may be the last sunset you'll ever see
Damn, Church
Uh
Ain't far from loons, this place, missions pop your lids

C A R, tune to ya face, television not for kids
Young and heard, pops on the block, but sleep in the crib
Gunman let shots drop, different spots, can't say he hit targets
When the cannons spray, no clue, he catch a nigga with a toolie

Turned to a mystery gang, told my dawg this wasn't Scooby
Guess this a movie, with yellow tapes when the heat rising
Can't be cool with mellow jakes, cause you police sirens
Most bitches lost hate on someone, ain't got shit to offer

Suited for the struggle, as of late, ain't shit proper
Living's the hardest, but y'all ain't gon' listen
Last girl I talked to, a good artist, but ain't stopped drawing attention
I put my mind on balling, hope Spalding give a mention

Miss God's calling, stranding in the desert walking, need reception
Wanna talk about bars, cuzzo locked in the corrections
Locked down when it's start, it's gon' stop all the connections
Don't talk to many men, when I walk, seen everything

You ain't the fam of friends at all, when you call, I let it ring
Had Grams Kalishnikov, man said the vision wrong
Chopped up many digits, then I said, but division long
Wish my mom raised me more respect for my grandma

Bless she ain't see me holding hammers, pourin wok in fantas
Know my options dangerous, middle finger at them cameras
Speedin clean by them lights, smile, hope it won't make me famous
Then police read me my rights
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English

This may be the last sunset you'll ever see
Damn, Church
Uh
Ain't far from loons, this place, missions pop your lids

C A R, tune to ya face, television not for kids
Young and heard, pops on the block, but sleep in the crib
Gunman let shots drop, different spots, can't say he hit targets
When the cannons spray, no clue, he catch a nigga with a toolie

Turned to a mystery gang, told my dawg this wasn't Scooby
Guess this a movie, with yellow tapes when the heat rising
Can't be cool with mellow jakes, cause you police sirens
Most bitches lost hate on someone, ain't got shit to offer

Suited for the struggle, as of late, ain't shit proper
Living's the hardest, but y'all ain't gon' listen
Last girl I talked to, a good artist, but ain't stopped drawing attention
I put my mind on balling, hope Spalding give a mention

Miss God's calling, stranding in the desert walking, need reception
Wanna talk about bars, cuzzo locked in the corrections
Locked down when it's start, it's gon' stop all the connections
Don't talk to many men, when I walk, seen everything

You ain't the fam of friends at all, when you call, I let it ring
Had Grams Kalishnikov, man said the vision wrong
Chopped up many digits, then I said, but division long
Wish my mom raised me more respect for my grandma

Bless she ain't see me holding hammers, pourin wok in fantas
Know my options dangerous, middle finger at them cameras
Speedin clean by them lights, smile, hope it won't make me famous
Then police read me my rights
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Writer: Rodney B
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Ethic
Language: English
Length: 1:39
Written by: Rodney B
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