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Herbology - Don't Get Sick 2.0 (feat. SaintRuss) Lyrics

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Herbology - Don't Get Sick 2.0 (feat. SaintRuss) Lyrics
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Lemme kick it for a minute
Burnin' killa while these niggas tryna make a killin'
Foreal it's f*ck the system
And Ima play it, pray for change until it bring a difference
This shit is sickenin'; I hope I Don't Get Sick from this
Murderous night rhythms
I'm blazin' through these packages
Recitin' passages
And prayin' that the Jakes doesn't leave me chained
And shackled for bein' Black in America
Or leave me dead on camera; let's switch the vantage up
These f*ckin' punks need to have they badges snatched
They rankin' pulled, batons and more
And of course the strap with the hidden clip
That they prolly used to do another in
Or stuff in they pockets so they claim we look suspicious
Stop resistin', and listen
The system cloud your vision
No Oakley shades can mask the pain away that you imprinted
Is why I roll against it
And keep the message plain and simple
Put on for the village
It takes a huddle up, my team
And plug to keep me humble when you trippin'
This way of livin' so fulfillin' nigga
I crack a book and yoga poses
Makin' real decisions
I'm presidential with the finish; cleaner cuts on 2nd takes
It took a couple years, but now I get it
Lemme kick it for a minute
Burnin killa while these niggas tryna make a killin'
Foreal it's f*ck the system
And Ima play it, pray for change until it bring a difference
This shit is sickening; I hope I Don't Get Sick from this
Lemme kick it for a minute
Burnin killa while these niggas tryna make a killin'
Foreal it's f*ck the system
And Ima play it, pray for change until it bring a difference
This shit is sickening; I hope I Don't Get Sick from this
Yo
Uh
I just hope I Don't Get Sick
Hospitals overchargin' for ailments
Feed you pills, then run experiments
Wonder why you f*cked up and shit
Laws forbid you roll the piff up; and stay lifted
But liquor stores on every other corner
Just so you can rot your liver
It get sicker, just try and listen
It's a million ways to die, don't just focus on one side
Gotta step back and see the bigger picture
It's what the world scared to truly witness
They tried to separate us with religions
Imaginary lines to cause war and tension
Why do Blacks get the most convictions
It's a crooked system
Corrupt leaders with some ill intentions
Prolly tap your phone and hack your mentions
Not to mention that I'm penny pinchin'
Runnin' outta hope, got me wishin'
Smoke my L's to the roaches just to cope with it
Zonin' in & out of focusin
Lemme kick it for a minute
Burnin killa while these niggas tryna make a killin
Foreal it's f*ck the system
And Ima play it, pray for change until it bring a difference
This shit is sickening; I hope I Don't Get Sick from this
Lemme kick it for a minute
Burnin killa while these niggas tryna make a killin
Foreal it's f*ck the system
And Ima play it, pray for change until it bring a difference
This shit is sickening; I hope I Don't Get Sick from this
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Lemme kick it for a minute
Burnin' killa while these niggas tryna make a killin'
Foreal it's f*ck the system
And Ima play it, pray for change until it bring a difference
This shit is sickenin'; I hope I Don't Get Sick from this
Murderous night rhythms
I'm blazin' through these packages
Recitin' passages
And prayin' that the Jakes doesn't leave me chained
And shackled for bein' Black in America
Or leave me dead on camera; let's switch the vantage up
These f*ckin' punks need to have they badges snatched
They rankin' pulled, batons and more
And of course the strap with the hidden clip
That they prolly used to do another in
Or stuff in they pockets so they claim we look suspicious
Stop resistin', and listen
The system cloud your vision
No Oakley shades can mask the pain away that you imprinted
Is why I roll against it
And keep the message plain and simple
Put on for the village
It takes a huddle up, my team
And plug to keep me humble when you trippin'
This way of livin' so fulfillin' nigga
I crack a book and yoga poses
Makin' real decisions
I'm presidential with the finish; cleaner cuts on 2nd takes
It took a couple years, but now I get it
Lemme kick it for a minute
Burnin killa while these niggas tryna make a killin'
Foreal it's f*ck the system
And Ima play it, pray for change until it bring a difference
This shit is sickening; I hope I Don't Get Sick from this
Lemme kick it for a minute
Burnin killa while these niggas tryna make a killin'
Foreal it's f*ck the system
And Ima play it, pray for change until it bring a difference
This shit is sickening; I hope I Don't Get Sick from this
Yo
Uh
I just hope I Don't Get Sick
Hospitals overchargin' for ailments
Feed you pills, then run experiments
Wonder why you f*cked up and shit
Laws forbid you roll the piff up; and stay lifted
But liquor stores on every other corner
Just so you can rot your liver
It get sicker, just try and listen
It's a million ways to die, don't just focus on one side
Gotta step back and see the bigger picture
It's what the world scared to truly witness
They tried to separate us with religions
Imaginary lines to cause war and tension
Why do Blacks get the most convictions
It's a crooked system
Corrupt leaders with some ill intentions
Prolly tap your phone and hack your mentions
Not to mention that I'm penny pinchin'
Runnin' outta hope, got me wishin'
Smoke my L's to the roaches just to cope with it
Zonin' in & out of focusin
Lemme kick it for a minute
Burnin killa while these niggas tryna make a killin
Foreal it's f*ck the system
And Ima play it, pray for change until it bring a difference
This shit is sickening; I hope I Don't Get Sick from this
Lemme kick it for a minute
Burnin killa while these niggas tryna make a killin
Foreal it's f*ck the system
And Ima play it, pray for change until it bring a difference
This shit is sickening; I hope I Don't Get Sick from this
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Writer: Herbert Mallory III, Russell Wiley III
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