lyrics:
chillin singin this tent Riddim
Off the head no it’s not written 
want us dead don’t want living 
cut off heads
And run for chicken
Feel like what I say 
ain’t Hittin 
I love bro but he don’t listen 
Party hard til they start trippin 
Runnin down the block wit switches 
In Atlanta we was children 
Kicked the woods
But now we spliffin 
I thank god for all he givin 
fuck a hell
I fuck wit heaven 
1 2 3 4 5 
6 7
Throwin panthers on my linen
Colored Boy not roygbiv(in)
Fuck a cell 
Please free the bredren
Pray we make better decisions 
delete every ill intention
All that love they had 
Got hidden
right the wrongs
pray ur forgiven 

all that shit was not 4 nothin
grabba got my spliffy bussin
zipstar not no creamy russian 
it’s some itches on my heart
That scratch my brain like these percussion 
sometime it feel like concussion
most times it ain’t makin sense 
we don’t need mo repercussions
From the days 
Ain’t walk away just stay and add on mo destruction 
now a days rebuild wit tent 
god forbid hear me bluffin 
God forbid 
This life I live 
Get ruined from the wrong discussion 
especially with no truth in it 
I miss really being cousin 
I miss bein round my loved ones
I miss all the family functions 
I do not know where that went 
Shit u did it pressed some buttons 
Felt like I need pain reduction 
that lead to the drug consumption 
Hella drunk 
I’m finna piss 
It ain’t no mo glutton 
No encouragin disruption 
Can’t blame nobody 4 nothin 
No I can’t blame nobody 4 shit 
tazzian that’s how I’m comin
Needed a reintroduction 
Thought the devil had me summoned
Now I do not feel like this …

tent riddim (p. grndmstr)

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