"People Who Eat Darkness" lyrics
(feat. White Gold)
Had to shoot my way up at the set up Plug boxed me in an alley we always met up
Every time we'd get up he was in some fruity get up Corner store Gucci, thought it was all Gucci and got wet up
Trapped between his hoopty and a Jetta Clapping that extended, I shattered my back window
Sped up, hit him, hit his head on the wheel Reaching for his metal but forgetting how it feels
My homie in the passenger blasted a Beretta And we ain't let up until we ain't seen either of them get up
When I saw he brought an extra car with him I bet he was salty, he didn't bring his Etna card with him
Plug went running, I wanna get him City of brotherly love, where anything you set up could be a setup
I finally found him, somebody must've hit him I hear sirens suddenly, it's the paramedics
Thought he was clever, had a leg up on the team Now he's in the spittle with his leg up in a sling
Somebody hit his leg up and took a half his spleen He was coming like Sega put a cast on his dream
They got him out fast, the medics doing they thing But no pass, I fed him to the getty Fedayeen
Plenty ready, rock, fetty for the fiends Dope shooters, enter the scene, like Freddy into dreams
Hockey mask machete, Glock 17 I'm pure Fenian stock, I shot him in the knees
This part of the story you will not believe I ran his pockets, I saw that he brought a quarter key
If the plan was to rob me, there was no need So why the fuck does he got the wop and the cocaine
See, you were robbing me, but now you're all shot up and I got the product for free Everything we move in this game doing the same
Fruit of a rotten tree, instead of a funeral, it's a new prosthetic knee
Shitting in the bag, he's mom helping him pee Why kill him, he's living the worst hell there could be
Plus, me and my hitter killed two of his team And who knows, still might roll you in the street
Flag on the play, bad trafficking Roll his bitch ass into traffic then
Blood of a fenian mind of a Marxist Still wanna be with them lying in the darkness
Comrades waiting for the occupying army Little armalite and about nine cartridges
This is life behind the balaclava Only way to honor my father's father's father
AK-47 and some gas in the bottles When we light the rag, you got problems
When we light the rag, you got problems Armalites and mags, you got problems
We can fight together, we might solve them Yeah, instead of fighting each other while they rob us
We should be uniting each other along common ground Standing proud among comrades
This is life behind the balaclava Flag to unite behind, they got problems
Armalites and nines, they got problems Carbomb parked up right outside Congress
If we unite to fight, they got problems In this life, tomorrow's not promised
In this life, tomorrow's not promised Demon and red menace, I ain't your grandfather's communist
Ay, yeah, there's people under the stairs Evil that don't get addressed
Spirits that don't need a vest Demons that's here to possess
Problems under the rug Slalom bagging them drugs
Jobless holding your cup Thinking God never gon' come
My first 38 was a snub Nose is gonna get wiped in the life
Nigga, just give me the plug Goddamn, nigga, for once
I've known you since the first grade When you breathe like that, I know your heart pump Kool-Aid
And all I need is his first name No shit, have it your way
I put the pump to his chest like D'Ussé Or I can hit him with a rope like Hussein
Shoot it out with his brother like Uday It's a motherfuckin' Tuesday
Eventually flooded with the talk Now I'm dealing with your cutthroat bosses
These nigga don't wanna take losses Steppin' on it with the cry nine often
My man with the law You know he called before serving them warrants
There's bands on the floor Always keep them racks, you gon' need lawyers
The house spick and span We familiar, ain't no one panic
We'll be out of this jam And it's all thanks to my man's M
When my lady got a problem black behind the balaclava
Black behind the balaclava
When my lady got a problem black behind the balaclava
Back behind the balaclava
When my lady got a problem black behind the balaclava
Back behind the balaclava
When my lady got a problem black behind the balaclava
Black behind the balaclava
Every time we'd get up he was in some fruity get up Corner store Gucci, thought it was all Gucci and got wet up
Trapped between his hoopty and a Jetta Clapping that extended, I shattered my back window
Sped up, hit him, hit his head on the wheel Reaching for his metal but forgetting how it feels
My homie in the passenger blasted a Beretta And we ain't let up until we ain't seen either of them get up
When I saw he brought an extra car with him I bet he was salty, he didn't bring his Etna card with him
Plug went running, I wanna get him City of brotherly love, where anything you set up could be a setup
I finally found him, somebody must've hit him I hear sirens suddenly, it's the paramedics
Thought he was clever, had a leg up on the team Now he's in the spittle with his leg up in a sling
Somebody hit his leg up and took a half his spleen He was coming like Sega put a cast on his dream
They got him out fast, the medics doing they thing But no pass, I fed him to the getty Fedayeen
Plenty ready, rock, fetty for the fiends Dope shooters, enter the scene, like Freddy into dreams
Hockey mask machete, Glock 17 I'm pure Fenian stock, I shot him in the knees
This part of the story you will not believe I ran his pockets, I saw that he brought a quarter key
If the plan was to rob me, there was no need So why the fuck does he got the wop and the cocaine
See, you were robbing me, but now you're all shot up and I got the product for free Everything we move in this game doing the same
Fruit of a rotten tree, instead of a funeral, it's a new prosthetic knee
Shitting in the bag, he's mom helping him pee Why kill him, he's living the worst hell there could be
Plus, me and my hitter killed two of his team And who knows, still might roll you in the street
Flag on the play, bad trafficking Roll his bitch ass into traffic then
Blood of a fenian mind of a Marxist Still wanna be with them lying in the darkness
Comrades waiting for the occupying army Little armalite and about nine cartridges
This is life behind the balaclava Only way to honor my father's father's father
AK-47 and some gas in the bottles When we light the rag, you got problems
When we light the rag, you got problems Armalites and mags, you got problems
We can fight together, we might solve them Yeah, instead of fighting each other while they rob us
We should be uniting each other along common ground Standing proud among comrades
This is life behind the balaclava Flag to unite behind, they got problems
Armalites and nines, they got problems Carbomb parked up right outside Congress
If we unite to fight, they got problems In this life, tomorrow's not promised
In this life, tomorrow's not promised Demon and red menace, I ain't your grandfather's communist
Ay, yeah, there's people under the stairs Evil that don't get addressed
Spirits that don't need a vest Demons that's here to possess
Problems under the rug Slalom bagging them drugs
Jobless holding your cup Thinking God never gon' come
My first 38 was a snub Nose is gonna get wiped in the life
Nigga, just give me the plug Goddamn, nigga, for once
I've known you since the first grade When you breathe like that, I know your heart pump Kool-Aid
And all I need is his first name No shit, have it your way
I put the pump to his chest like D'Ussé Or I can hit him with a rope like Hussein
Shoot it out with his brother like Uday It's a motherfuckin' Tuesday
Eventually flooded with the talk Now I'm dealing with your cutthroat bosses
These nigga don't wanna take losses Steppin' on it with the cry nine often
My man with the law You know he called before serving them warrants
There's bands on the floor Always keep them racks, you gon' need lawyers
The house spick and span We familiar, ain't no one panic
We'll be out of this jam And it's all thanks to my man's M
When my lady got a problem black behind the balaclava
Black behind the balaclava
When my lady got a problem black behind the balaclava
Back behind the balaclava
When my lady got a problem black behind the balaclava
Back behind the balaclava
When my lady got a problem black behind the balaclava
Black behind the balaclava
