SKP - GOD / Hands Lyrics

Who would've thought my dog's killer was prescription pads
Got me reaching through the bones I know I can't get him back
Got me teaching keep your calm and I know you'll pass middle class
Got me preaching through Qurans Allah know I'm sick of that
But, you hear the pitter pat
It keeps you in your winter hat
Better leave that shit at home
We still sold like Fischer rats
And
I had a little chat with God on the internet
He admitted that I was written to spit it that
Way
As I air all you out nigga it's trash day
Like the backstreet boys, I just wanted it that way
Wait (wait)
My days start late
And my mornings' end early
We all meant to pass surely
Did I mint the glass tint on her ass from bad jewellery
When you only love the hood niggas that's just your path, journey
I'm back on the ave
Joey's moms back on the crack
Fury surpass where we at
We still ain't laughing at that
But
Lately y'all ride the wave
Like there's no tomorrow
I feel hopeless
Hope y'all don't choke on the ghost of my open bottle
And rope in some stolen follows from gang-gang
And broken models that's drowning hit ocean bottom
My fountain is open for all
That count those opposed to the draw
Counters stocked oxy and xans
Watch how clock dropping your mans
Look quick don't pop at your mans
Midnight pop shop up in France
We saved the best for tomorrow
Text you to lock in the plans
Dog
Dog

Call up 911
Cus' the projects is on fire
But I got my gun
What's your object of desire
To become the entire empire or the son
Of Selassie I's ire I don't tire till I'm done
Dirty liars in my mentions
A simple message you don't get that Irony's detention
If you retain can't move the same as islands in attrition
Dog my mind is just too different
We was split by different women slipping tyrants on they tongue
Black Antonio Vivaldi getting lonely you can call me
King of the hill turned to king of the follies
The molly got me tweaking get Vegeta with the volleys
She poly on the weekend kill her demons with Bacardi
It's no surprise open eyes won't ever see the poltergeist
So polite to poke her once she folds he close the open fly
We broke the cosa nostra doing cocaine with the socialites
Still trying to get the rim up make it spin off like it's Cobra Kai

Coca-cola bro I crack one with a psychedelic
Only getting older slowly rolling to my night in heaven
Light Excedrin tell em adrenaline got me fighting felons
Know some folks who don't smoke but they just like to sell it
I'm at the top so I yell it from the mountain
I learned my lesson cant suppress rebellions from the fountain
I made too many franklins and shit frankly I can't count em
But I'd never be without em thought I'd never see a thousand
My accountant always tripping he said skipper bro I'm drowning
But don't you know I get up I could pick up any talent
Rip up with the hitters cus' I gotta stay around em
And they gotta stay around me I'm the only one on Houston
In the dark of the night, I know God will keep me covered
As I walk to the light rather die than see you suffer
Cus' my buffer was my mother though she tried to love and fight
If she ever see the cutter she might shudder at the sight
I can't blame her cus' Topanga had me in her world with strangers
Grimm ain't looking out for danger rangers looking for my life
So I sneak never creep you can't book me for the night
Energy is all I need R.I.P. to peep and
Mike