This System Songtext
von Blanco

Yo, I′m holy
Go jail, do home in this system
Thank God I ain't goin′ back to Kolee
On go with the engine faulty
They wanna lie, I stroke that goatee

I'm telling them stop that
Man, just one more goal in this final
Please don't drop back
Don′t go shop, then home, then shop
You might not pop back
See through the fake, ain′t gotta wear glasses
Or put in my contacts

Throw that spanner, I work like Ratchet
Last one left, kinda feel like a Lombax
Still gonna flood that wing right now
This team's too compact


Believe in miracles
Turnt words to a salary
Drunk, and even this water winehouse
I ain′t goin' back, Valerie
Stab wounds, 20ish times
In court these days gotta plead insanity

So many need guidance, not cages
Gotta change up the faculty
G.O.A.T. in a human statue
Circuit small, the cycle the same
It′s demons spin some devilish Nascar

Times that wheat, it should be more than adequate
More hoes and pasta
I don't wanna win MOBOs or Grammys
I wanna win BAFTAs

Act like everything seems okay, this script compelling
God is my witness, and my dad went and gone back to heaven
Relieving that pain, reducing the swelling
Naproxen music


Had a sit with Carson, no espionage, no Vladimir Putin
Pay that price when I signed music contract, that fee is disputed
She wanna party with the rappers and the ballers, Michael Rubin
It might apply what that if the shoes fit
My main one shoeless
Sorry, my bro, I′m in jail
I just did it how you did