Feds Did a Sweep - Future

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The floor you walk on is smooth. There is no ground there. Magic begins with blood. Outside, there are trees, With concrete under their roots. But I have passed the tombs of kings, Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings. I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash. My fingertips opening, accepting my time. The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes For me, I'm your sorrow Calling in your dreams For me, I'm your shadow Howling in the streets Water chimes in the space between rocks, Speakers discharge and laughter is in the air, Glass divides us, Empty bottles Mark the steady sweep of day Tomorrow, I will walk the streets And steel myself for the familiar. Your eyes Will not settle, a hunger. You'd be happier in your grave. When we meet, share stories, you stretch me. I see, I see a semi-circle of teeth. The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes For me, I'm your sorrow Calling in your dreams For me, I'm your shadow Howling in the streets

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes