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It's Like That (feat. Loomsday, the Alway$ & Bakon One) Video (MV)






Prado - It's Like That (feat. Loomsday, the Alway$ & Bakon One) Lyrics
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Looked down the barrel, it's bigger than average
I barely can manage, your fault I'm a savage
I add to my list, left you veggie like cabbage
It's too late to reverse, already cursed by the damage now
Who do I blame, life down the drain
Such a waste of a brain, senses numb like novacaine
I like to do, no thinking through
Because that bird has flew
So I do what I do, and blame my actions on you
How can it be that I won't live to see
The path laid out for me, planned out previously
My life shortened by greed, no room to succeed
Now I set up the plot for families to grieve
I operate by a different set of rules
Barbarism put in place by an elected set of fools
Now I live life incaged and I surely deserve it
Could've all been prevented, I hope it was worth it
What's hattnin', the old wolf is back
I got Xanax in a bag
I got food stamps and white privilege too
Well I'm a nuisance, who's got shit to
Now I've been living in the backroom, right beside the dryer
Guess it gave me rhythm, Hip-Hop inside the fire
I left no rearviews, attached no ear juice, just wax
Running game since I hit the ground
Running thangs, I was flipped around
She touched screen, tryna touch me
But I'm country, we holla at ya
We sing outside the box like hey the batter batter
Swing for the fences and miss by just a little
But that's aight cos' life's not always beer and Skittles
It's now or laters, Mike and Ike's
Square Garden Tyson fights
It's kinda like, the call of duty
When hoochies call, cos' when we fall like shooting stars
I never banged, I never sold
A lot of hoes gave me their numbers but I never call
But this ain't no recess piece, or kit-kats or break you off
This is just free throws for my people, so go and take a waft
Cash under the table cloth, get it how you live it
When educations is based on economics and your pigment
Might as well go ingnant', but stay woke compositions
Cos' they don't represent you, but they make all the decisions
Fill up all the prisons, make money like Nixon
I spit on their f*cking badge, so they bag my f*cking vision
I say f*ck the law, cos' that's American tradition
And f*ck anyone on the news who says it isn't
If it's weed, THC, changes everything
We gon' put the 209 HD on every screen
At a certain elevation I have seen many freeze
But I'm from Livingston, the land of no empathy, bitch
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Looked down the barrel, it's bigger than average
I barely can manage, your fault I'm a savage
I add to my list, left you veggie like cabbage
It's too late to reverse, already cursed by the damage now
Who do I blame, life down the drain
Such a waste of a brain, senses numb like novacaine
I like to do, no thinking through
Because that bird has flew
So I do what I do, and blame my actions on you
How can it be that I won't live to see
The path laid out for me, planned out previously
My life shortened by greed, no room to succeed
Now I set up the plot for families to grieve
I operate by a different set of rules
Barbarism put in place by an elected set of fools
Now I live life incaged and I surely deserve it
Could've all been prevented, I hope it was worth it
What's hattnin', the old wolf is back
I got Xanax in a bag
I got food stamps and white privilege too
Well I'm a nuisance, who's got shit to
Now I've been living in the backroom, right beside the dryer
Guess it gave me rhythm, Hip-Hop inside the fire
I left no rearviews, attached no ear juice, just wax
Running game since I hit the ground
Running thangs, I was flipped around
She touched screen, tryna touch me
But I'm country, we holla at ya
We sing outside the box like hey the batter batter
Swing for the fences and miss by just a little
But that's aight cos' life's not always beer and Skittles
It's now or laters, Mike and Ike's
Square Garden Tyson fights
It's kinda like, the call of duty
When hoochies call, cos' when we fall like shooting stars
I never banged, I never sold
A lot of hoes gave me their numbers but I never call
But this ain't no recess piece, or kit-kats or break you off
This is just free throws for my people, so go and take a waft
Cash under the table cloth, get it how you live it
When educations is based on economics and your pigment
Might as well go ingnant', but stay woke compositions
Cos' they don't represent you, but they make all the decisions
Fill up all the prisons, make money like Nixon
I spit on their f*cking badge, so they bag my f*cking vision
I say f*ck the law, cos' that's American tradition
And f*ck anyone on the news who says it isn't
If it's weed, THC, changes everything
We gon' put the 209 HD on every screen
At a certain elevation I have seen many freeze
But I'm from Livingston, the land of no empathy, bitch
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Writer: Fernando Reynoso, Luke James, Ramon Prado
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