Cypress

Lyrics for Cypress

Yeah Last breath on the tombstone Kiss by the time we still, never miss home Hatred instilled by youth, do the undoing Some play Marcus, some play Judas Some sink hooks in their venomous tongues and wild out for the weekend Sex workers, Nick Cannons, and street deacons The cemetery stay speaking Any hex that you send, I'mma send it back Any hate that you give, I'mma give it back Once where you came from there Fair shake, it was rough out there Excursion, big purchase No conscience, yet she got a Birkin fit Jet black like the fall/winter issue My journeyman tote pistols in the freezing rain All the days we strategized and ceased their pain I done fought off more demons than all y'all I-done-made-it-ass niggas The hillcrest Jack Rippers I remember when little niggas grew fast, the envy make 'em act bigger Slow it down, slow it down, slow it down dunny This a gem, not crack money Compound shake their mold, reshape your tone Force field, you force L, gun in your mouth I assume you lost it, that nigga he ain't die, he just forfeit Sad scene, our memories washed in green We smoke paralysis, numb to the core Difficulties we battling, if it ain't broke don't fix it Some remix it some don't make it Black star lifestyle, every ghetto woman and child can feel the crowd shaking On code, these are the things that we hold, mercy me Ch'yeah Mercy, mercy, mercy me Mother, I know Sometimes, in your life Rain, must fall, down on you