Roadwork

[Ubiquitous] How many damn days you chill, shitting and eating While im working you graze the field Still can't Nothing faze me feel me I'm still in the midst of mist , 6 million ways to kill me now All villians bathed in filth All y’all should feel ashamed, Ya dig dealas graved is filled In the game coming up wit different ways to steal Desperation’ll make them do whatever to pay they bills They may never make a mil, happy with a couple thou Happy when your team voice is muffled up and duffled out Its coming back around ,full circle fuck around And See the demon eat ‘em, Only reason that I stuck around Oh You can suffer now, cause torture is the style When you scream a smile creeps around the corners of my mouth Hip hop a haunted house maybe you should stay away But I got that sticky sweet, if you wanna trick or treat Maybe you ain't hearing us, Im here to clear it up Its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us The last days in times was deadly and serious May we meditate through sleep, the answer appear to us Maybe you ain't hearing us, im here to clear it up Its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us Its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us Its deeper than a dollar If y’all can hear me then holla Hey, I ain't afraid Hip hop a haunted house maybe you should stay away If ya feeling shook, they shootin', aw made you look I ain't ever scared death threat raps are made of mush The Geeky little white kid trying to be coolest Like Lupe Fiasco how could I be so foolish now Foolish dudes sit for dinner and we dine I-dentify with them for a limited time A lemon to a lime is not a sentiment of mine Humiliate the minions until the millions are mine What I said up in that line yo a sentiment of mine Humiliate the minions until the millions are mine What I said original so how repetitive am I But the sickness that I got they could not medicine prescribe Berretta ping collide with bullet what then bust and bleed Best believe I’d never bust a gun so please don’t bust at me My cypher full of diesel cause I keep it sucker-free Buckaroo, who the fuck are you to come and fuck with me They say nothing free in life You free to fall upon your favourite kitchen knife and bleed, believe the hype I don’t mean to demonize yo, but just know If and if ever I do decide To set my pen a glide Its genocide Let em fry fuck them If they don’t die buck them My enterprise stay open vanilla sky dumping The bombshells dropping, ya squad feel yelling Its pallbearers and tears and all's well well then Im sick of talking bout myself man yall tell them Totally serial but I know you don’t hear me though Put on the stereo block out another burial, put on material to make you feel imperial The more the merrier The craft I carrier and word I teach it to you if you care to learn U-B-I I clear it up its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us The last days in times was deadly and serious May we meditate through sleep, the answer appear to us Maybe you ain't hearing us, im here to clear it up Its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us Its deeper than a dollar a spirit is steering us Its deeper than a dollar if y’all can hear me then holla