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      Blind Threats

      ScHoolboy Q

      Album: Oxymoron

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      ScHoolboy Q - Blind Threats Música y Letra

      Right, uh, same shit every day, homie
      Lord please forgive me for all my sins
      Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit everyday, homie
      Walking in the valley of the shadow of death
      No rules, right
      
      Washing my sins off in hell's water
      Feel like the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em
      Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you answer me?
      But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
      
      Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch
      High on on some drug, I'm Space Cadet
      Dreaming I don't live up on the block no more
      Trapping trying to make it out this obstacle
      Life on the edge, hell a block away
      Pretty Snow White turned eight today
      Selling that base, no Dr. Dre
      Uh, guess who in the building?
      Bucket hat with a strap like a pilgrim
      Uh, kneeling down with some questions to address like
      Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the best?
      The 10 commandments, I can mark five checks
      But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind threats
      Streets held me down, got faith in a Pyrex
      Faith in a four-five, I call it the clarinet
      Sewer full of drugs when the toilet digests from the cop raid
      All can relate, from the streets to the wall from niggas to compadres
      When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, forecast your whole body
      Heat on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the Lord got me
      
      But if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
      Mic check (La-la, la-la, la-low, la-la, la-la-low)
      But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
      
      Aim that, shoot that, pledge allegiance
      Kill mine, kill yours, make it even
      Soul need saving, Mr. Preacher
      I know I only come around when it's Easter
      Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas time
      When I'm in jail or when my card declined
      Uh, will you answer me?
      Take me out of Hell and make plans for me?
      Misery loves company, ain't a surprise
      It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to survive
      But we would never make it out alive
      We living to die, oxymoron
      Hope to get to heaven 'til that day arrive
      Running through the ally, hope the bullet don't collide
      Car window shattered, glass on my right side
      Dogs bark in the backyard, root for me
      Out of shape belly, courtesy of 40
      Spoiled only child, baby boy Jody
      Same jacket on from back in the day
      Praying that the Lord come and take me away
      
      Raekwon:
      It go tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry snaking
      Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a king-pin
      Caught me in the airport gust that I was thinkin'
      On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances
      Yeah, money is the issue, I diss you
      It's no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol
      Cause I'm a suit case king
      Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face grin
      No wage bet, we stay winning, play it again, yo
      Put the bone in your jaw, now say it again
      Round knife, fork, under the tents, coming to rents
      Get out the way or let the shotty dispense
      Revenge killers who make the events iller
      This is more realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz
      The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the truth
      You know the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill niggas

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