Today’s Light Tomorrow’s Darkness

[Intro]
Kungg Fuu in this motherfucker, man
Word up, man
Then you get flat-lined, nigga
Talkin' shit and shit, nigga
Yeah
Yo
Check it;

[Verse 1]
Ain't no escape from negativity, hemogenic misery
I pop this gat off, make you a mystery
Foul penalty my rap chemistry, raw wizardry
A simile, we simply show no sympathy to the enemy or adversary
Hazardous beef shit is hereditary
My old block like the first of January
My fam told me to chill, I used to get ill on dark hills
'Cause one day is one meal
I can't go no-fucking-where without this MAC in my jeans
Shoot shit up like a fiend and pray to supreme being
If a nigga like me really got beef, whats human anatomy?
Leave your brain cells laid out on the street
Nigga, I wear the burden of knowledge without college, so pay homage
I spray the mass, turn you to a gas from a solid
My man on the ave steady wylin', bodies pilin'
A nigga been wantin' to throw the towel in

[Chorus]
My mom told me she sick and dyin'
But I'm a grown ass man, fuck it, I started cryin'
I feel the devil trying to make me one of his targets
Today's light can be tomorrow's darkness, cold heartless
The murder rate goin' up... what the fuck?
Nigga ran out of luck, his spot got touched
Don't get touched, Smith-Wess steady blastin'
So my Glocks be steady passin'

[Verse 2]
Another day up out this shit
Chain, and the ice is glist-less
Got a nigga shot for Christmas
Shit is all evil
Bullets eatin' through your cottonmouth, boll weevil
And take chances at the casino
And shoot cee-lo, my heart is seventy below
A bad bitch name Cleo...
Patra, keep gats for stature
You disrespect Tha God, and she showing your blood plasma
Fuck the pastor, make me wanna murk a bastard
The shots blastin', making motherfuckers Casper
The cops askin', "Who the fuck did the murder?"
Stash the burner, want beef? I'll serve ya

[Chorus]
My mom told me she sick and dyin'
But I'm a grown ass man, fuck it, I started cryin'
I feel the devil trying to make me one of his targets
Today's light can be tomorrow's darkness, cold heartless
The murder rate goin' up... what the fuck?
Nigga ran out of luck, his spot got touched
Don't get touched, Smith-Wess steady blastin'
So my Glocks be steady passin'