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I think it's time to watch the party dieThis shit done got too wicked to apologizeIt's different, get him whacked and disqualifiedWe even kill the killers'cause they like taking innocent livesBurn a whole village, we start over, it's really that timeWhy reason with these niggasif they can't see the future first?Why argue with these clowns if the circus is well at work?Just walk that man down, that'll do everyone a solidIt's love, but tough love sometimes gotta result in violenceIf you parade in gluttony without givin' truth to the youthThe graveyard is company, just tell us what casket to chooseThey party more than bitchestell me, what are you working for?They glorify scamming, you get chipped over this credit cardInfluencers talked down 'cause I'm not with the basic shitBut they don't hate me, they hate the man that I representThe type of man that never dickride 'cause I want a favorThe man that resides in patience, so where the soldiers at?The one's that lost it all and learnt to learn from thatA thirst for life, head inside a book'cause he concerned with thatInformation that'll change his lifebecause he yearns for thatDedication, findin' out what's right'cause he can earn from thatI feel for the women that deal with the clown and nerd shitCan't blame themtoday they ain't really got much to work withHow many bitches harder than a lot of you niggas?Would trade all of y'all for NipI can't be proud of you niggasGod, give me life, dear God, please give me peaceDear God, please keep these lame niggas away from meDear God, keep me shinin', the fuck do they really think?Pocket-watching, you must be the policeGod, bless these words, dear God, bless how I thinkDear God, draw the line, they tryna confuse 'em with meDear God, please forgive me, you knowin' how hard I triedI think it's time for meto watch the party die (Uh-huh, huh)Get 'em gone, we gon' watch the party die (Uh-huh)Send 'em home, we gon' watch the party dieI think it's time to watch the party dieStreet niggas and the corporate guysthe rappers that report the liesI need they families mortifiedWe can do life without 'emget they bodies organized, tell me if you obligedNo more pillow-talkin', jump-startin' neighborhood warsDirty-mackin' bitches because your spirit is insecureThe flashy nigga with nasty decisionsusin' money as a backboneI want his head cracked before he's back homeThe radio personality pushin' propaganda for salaryLet me know when they turn up as a casualty, I want agonyAssault and battery, I see a new EarthFilled with beautiful people makin' humanity workLet's kill the followers that follow upon poppin' mollies fromThe obvious, degenerates, that's failing to acknowledge theHope that we tryna spread, if I'm not his voteThen you need to bring his fucking headI'll film that shit in hi-resGod, give me life, dear God, please give me peaceDear God, please keep these lame niggas away from meDear God, keep me shinin', the fuck do they really think?Pocket-watching, you must be the policeGod bless these words, dear God, bless how I thinkDear God, draw the line, they tryna confuse 'em with meDear God, please, forgive me, you knowin' how hard I triedI think it's time for me to watch the party dieSometimes I wonder what Lecrae would doFuck these niggas up or show 'em just what prayer do?I want to be empathetic, my heart like Dee-1But I would—It's time to get these devils out the wayheavy metals on my swordWe settle hard disputes today, the ghetto Hollywood divorceSay hello to your future fatethe culture bred with carnivoresYou let 'em snack, they eat your facethe signatures is bein' forgedThey wonder why I'm not enthused to dropThe more visible you get, the more your spiritual is triedIt's cynical to say I know these artists petrifiedThe end result, in jail by Jezebelor drugged up full of liesCritical, I know my physical is tested all the timeI'm pitiful, sunken place soon as I'm questionin' my prideI'm seein' ghosts, blackin' outrelapsin' one thought at a timeI spare no feelings that ain't mineI'm in my feelings when I slide, I meanA nigga wonder what Lecrae would doTerrace Martin said I'm mentally with layers, trueI flood the market with my best regards, I paid your duesAnd so it's up, if you ain't one of ours, it's bad newsMy nigga Jay Estrada saidI gotta burn it down to build it upThat confirmation real as fuck, it ain't too many real as usLockin' in to what I trust, lookin' outsideThe kids live tomorrow 'cause today, the party just died
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