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Spit, sweet dreams I got sweet sixteens
Homies is as relevant as last week's tweets
I live like a feline
Three times three lives
We been punching bags since before these fists
Feast with the gods you could follow like a mouse
Eat with the dogs and your whole creation lost
Soon as it get comfortable it's forced
Humans take advantage of remorse when they figure out the morse code
More so when they acting
Forget about
Forget about the future coz the past was subtracted
But the present isn't (?)
We gon' keep on winning like the game is a match fix
When we win
With your hitta and you sing
For glory
All my homies say
Ah, time and time again
We cannot live on bread alone
Time and time again
All that we know is fight machines
Time and time again
We cannot live on bread alone
Time and time again
All that we know is fight machines
Sweet dreams I got sweet sixteens
Homies is as relevant as last week's tweets
I live like a feline
Three times three lives
We been punching bags since before these fists
Blood upon the front porch
Momma can't shut the door
Make a bribe but can't afford
Come up cut the corner short
Cortleys on the corner floor
All these damn court cases keep pending coz my label is black
Uhm,
But the ratio was there coz I know my man's is there
And I see it really clear in my city now
Mirror mirror on the wall
I don't see the Martian fall
If I see that nigga fall better get him up
When we win
We gon' hear the angels sing
Ah, time and time again
We cannot live on bread alone
Time and time again
All that we know is fight machines
Time and time again
We cannot live on bread alone
Time and time again
All that we know is fight machines
When we win
We gon' hear the angels sing
All my homies say
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