Soundtrack II Armageddon

[Intro] Hear the ruckus up in heaven Weapons preparing for your presence Yeah, Soundtrack II Armageddon Some see it as a blessing Burdened with the curse of a million dollar dream you had deemed to be precious Middle of a dream, heard I'd Activate my Third Eye Cold world when you feel you got a message Look up in the sky, full moon never dies Nigga never minimized, but I take it as a lesson [Hook] It's ruckus up in heaven Weapons appearing for your presence Yeah, Soundtrack to Armageddon x4 [Verse] They busting through your doors with them AKs Handguns, Tecs, what you doing with them melees Randomest exes is calling you with babies You plan for the best, dear God come and save me What you ran from in Texas is what you now chase The salt that you dealt is the shit you now taste And the future that you dread is the shit you now face In a circle full of goons, still be feeling out of place Filling out papers and pamphlets of job descriptions Hate from your mans, that's an odd prescription Take from the hand they dealt you, cause the man that felt you Works hard at an awkward distance Niggas scoff, but listen We're blowing in the wind, heard all this was coming to an end Fist in the sky with my dogs and my kin Vision of a schizophrenic, heard it all from a friend Yeah BREAK [Verse 2] You a lick and a stain A simp and a lame Got a limp and a cane Like a pimp in the rain From the PENT through the flames The COST of it all HOLLOW tips hit his ribs as he fall Through the hole in the earth, in the brains Of the governers that's running us All to a pit full of pain When life gets hard, devils might get tall in the dark All who have sinned full of shame Shit hits the fan You hit the fanny You get some fans You hit the Grammy's You get the Benz? Oh it's your Granny's? It gets you friends? It killed your family? Oh it depends? Depends on what lil nigga Look up, man your plans all fucked lil nigga Hold up, put it all on luck Feel bigger with the cash so that's all y'all trust lil NIGGA [Hook] [Verse 3] Oh you sing and you rap at the same damn time and the broads all love it? You believe it can happen, but ain't got time to hear all y'all fussin Oh you decent It change with the season A death come and go So you save your bereavements You stressed on the low Cause they hate for a reason It takes one to know one I guess what I mean is It's all in your head, well ain't it? I pray it is Terrified shit'll end like they say it is Look inside, the remains of my pride Glow bright, sun-like So I take for the keeping Hate for the reaper to come so soon Never seen 18 how is one so doomed Vibe with my moms, feel it from your womb Getting signs from the gods, spell it on your tomb [Hook]