Kent M$NEY

Kent M$NEY - State Of Emergency lyrics

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This is not a test, this is an emergency of the emergency broadcast system

Please adhere to these instructions: take cover

This is a code red

Pestilence has spread throughout North America, please do not panic

Everyone, this is a state of emergency

Slide hoodies on coupes before the hair raise

That near graze ingrown when that fear shaved

Tears waived, we don’t see tragedy in the mourn

We just saw a better way and found salaries in the scorn

Came up with a couple pounds, stayed sound where they shooting rounds at

Get your nouns pat and hold your head when them hounds clap

Difficult never, just keep a lever for clown niggas

Share a lil’ wealth but don’t ever count it around, niggas

What you wanna earn now, roll round

Music turned down

Riding with you, nigga, becoming more than a verb now

Smoke slow, blow out the thought that I’m ever broke, no

44 tap on your spine NBA Logo

We need it all, shirt, pants, shoes

You could keep the draws

Olympic shit, flip you then we out before your sneakers fall

Streets involved, they don’t say a word if ever people call

Boasting as I toast it ain’t a promise, I’mma see tomorrow

State of emergency, niggas

State of emergency, motherfuckers

State of emergency, niggas

State of emergency, motherfuckers

This is a state of emergency

Please adhere to these instructions:

Do not ensure a panic, avoid windows, take cover

Mama told me not trust them boys

They all wish to play the Paul barer

Niggas thinking of Bentleys in one accord

First to get it meet The Lord

After the dreaming comes the long terrors

We heard it all before, keys open doors, keys open doors

Everybody got a set except mine don't come with chores

A mighty wide frame love to sit on all fours

When it roar hear God like cathedrals galore

Move different from sucker niggas who be lying, embody what I am

Get exactly what you fish for

Come at me with the iron

Stop the trying, get in tune with what we do now, nigga

Don’t need rest, we want the rest, no Ty Lou lounge, nigga

So where we at with it

Let my blunt tilt with a black fitted

Match lit it, draw too much attention when I scratch with it

Staying so high I think the birds out for me

Flip pigeons when I arrive to put the word out for me

State of emergency, niggas

State of emergency, motherfuckers

State of emergency, niggas

State of emergency, motherfuckers

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