Deus Lee - Far from the Same

Nigga we far from the same
You don't know how far we came
Death is just part of the game
We done got numb to the pain
She tried it once fell in love with the cane
She got the neck of a crane
Better check in with ya gang

I ain't finna tuck in my chain
Who the fuck feeling like D. Bo
I'll make the play of the game
Bitch I been feeling like D. Moe

Catching bodies but I'm talking bout thots
Bitches be all in the spot
After I fuck her I'm kicking her out
Preciate the pussy, goodbye

Send her outside, with the head wrap on like a bitch in Dubai
Everybody swearing that they independent until the 5th of July

You get caught snitching you die
Have you swimming with the fishes after you get fried
I know some niggas inside
They took the yellow brick road like the wizard of oz

My mama gave me a choppa I named it Big Mama
These niggas bitches in disguise

Don't get bucked by the antelope
I promote peace Maya Angelou but this choppa still gon rise

These niggas full of despise
They plot my demise
I can see it in they eyes

My circle getting circumsized
I'm cutting off guys
Front, back, side to side

If you ain't bout riding with felonies, smoking real heavily please do not get in my ride
I gave him a warning.. if he still go and tell on me I'm a just kill em inside

These niggas slow
They just going with the flow
I'm the reason for the tide

I be riding through Mo thinking bout my woes
Still can't believe them niggas died

So don't come to close
All of my niggas got toast
Over this bread we gon fire it
Yo time is up you expiring
Who want this work Deus is hiring
Set you up fa early retirement
Shawty say I'm so inspiring
Charming like I come from Ireland
Bend her over while she ironing
If it's a problem we sliding
We be suited up like firemen
Pulling these hoes
Running niggas off the road
It's lit everywhere we go
You don't want no smoke
Lil boy I heard you got asthma
This choppa attached to a ladder
It's black and the bullets attack at ya back and ya bladder
Desert em like back in Nevada
Nobody life matters, the scope it just make em look fatter
Do you feel like donating plasma

I'm back and I'm badder
I only do what I rather
Smoking a blunt with my shadow
These lying ass rappers be talking bout syrup and powder, but Aunt Jemima be the batter
If she bad I'm @ her
On a rooftop in Manhattan
This cloth make me feel like Aladdin
Secluded the fashion
Flyer than you could imagine
After party at the mansion
But if you ain't looking like money, black girls, and snow bunnies, then you is not getting inside
You know how I ride
Foreign whips and foreign honey's my nigga I'm skippin the line
I be feeling divine
I found a wrinkle in time
Don't make me sprinkle this nine
Niggas be saying they super but they ain't trained to go hann
Send em to the land beyond

Written by:
Kent Hadnot II

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