Produkt - CTF feat. Justine Darceene

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So you, are you
Actually recording?
Oh
All I see is bitch ass niggas
And all of these bad
Girls with a shape
That her momma ain’t give her
Ain’t no second chances, I
Pray you understand this
I pray you take your
Time and you reconsider
You see, I’m running
And on my travels
It seems I’ve lost it all
Thoughts heavy as waterfalls
I guess it’s just
The price of fame
Still, I sit here all alone
I’m on a mission to
Control the culture
Left the kitchen but
Unplugged the toaster
My paranoia still
Ain’t find it’s closure
These spectators still
Ain’t line they close up
Now let’s be clear
Fear don’t exist here
Fuck you trying to judge me and
Your ass ain’t never sit here
Bricks all in my trunk, staties
On my ass, nigga petrified
To shift gears
Hot boy, I lived in the
Fire you fake fucks
Don’t be fooled by this
Pretty face and fade laced up
Get cute in that gritty
Blade leave you laid face up
Up close and personal, us
Bori’s like to poke shit
Menace leave you
Lennoxed on your belly
With your throat slit
You niggas buns, I’m done
Making excuses for you
You slinging crumbs
I’m a hundred bricks
And a nuisance for you
Don’t be dumb, allow me
To loose the noose up for you
I’ve walked through the fires of
Hell my feet are blistered
Youngins they will lie on their mothers
I teach the sisters
Bars breaking down on papyrus
I speak the scriptures
They scared and all sitting in
Silence don’t hear a hiccup
All I see is bitch ass niggas
And all of these bad
Girls with a shape
That her momma ain’t give her
Ain’t no second chances, I
Pray you understand this
I pray you take your
Time and you reconsider
You see, I’m running
And on my travels
It seems I’ve lost it all
Thoughts heavy as waterfalls
I guess it’s just
The price of fame
Still, I sit here all alone