VERSE: DARRYL TH3 WORDSMITH

N***as these days save a penny for a thought
And after that my n***a they pay a lot

N***as these days do not think a lot, bruh
We just a new generation of fatherless tots

D'evils chasing after us some of us got caught
I got it twisted n***a some of them knot

They tied to the same old ways until they rot
It's just some shit I saw and I gotta fucking jot

But I'm not perfect I always smoke pot
But my n***a thats food for thought

D'evils got my soul for dinner its probably cooking
My souls rotting you can always get a look in

Fishy n***as always get hooked in the streets
Shortly after that running from the police

Nowadays my feet ain't even on the ground I'm hanging with trees
No wonder why people say that I always look so deceased

But the beats are always deceased
Along with all the other phony mc's

Check the rhyme my n***a or check the melody
Thats what I'm focused on so heavily

The writtens I possess are so heavily diseased
Like an unhygienic kid with athletes feet

Man this rhyme's so damn dirty its just a slick word see
Painting worlds with all the imagery

Immediately I'm in a world where my mind be, the creator
My third eye open make my mouth sharper than alligators

Tell the grim reaper I'mma see him later

HOOK: DARRYL TH3 WORDSMITH

Its just a thought, its just my motherfucking thoughts though
Its just a thought, its just my motherfucking thoughts word!

OUTRO: DARRYL TH3 WORDSMITH

N***as don't learn
N***as, n***as don't learn

N***as don't learn
N***as, n***as don't learn

N***as don't learn
N***as, n***as don"t learn

N***as don't learn
N***as, n***as don't learn

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

N***as don't learn
N***as, n***as don't learn