Mordred - Shut lyrics

Pause My man Holo told me the devil would control me If I didn't have a hold of my soul and mind 'Cause now I think back on when I used to sell crack To all the twigged-out bags makin' a grip in '89 It's a... she made Philmo' clique Eight years old n******gs on the corner running bags While I'm in the park smokin' weed & drinkin' port It was the boys in the hood taggin' f**ing... But-a, that was the past, all that I'm thinking of other ways of making my pockets fat And mixing those beats on plastic They like tricks, fool You can't have it silly rabbit Kimball Got the past in the past and we're in the present tense Looking out from where we are, it's amazing that we got this far Like a... it hits, gonna follow you... Like a son in your gun, turn the corner and the door is shut Pause Back when I was young in the hood carryin' a gun It was an everyday thing 'cause you had to watch your back Running from the 5-0, jumping fences high and low For no f**ing reason, just because my skin is black Ain't a damn thing funny in the land of milk and honey When... mess with me for their change 'Cause eight years later now my soul is feeling greater But my mind is not at ease, 'cause the system's still the same The best that I can do is go on Exactly what my mom and pop told me, stay strong I know I might seem like I'm a stranger from the moon And now I got the key so I can step into the next room Kimball Our plan it happened there and then, no repent or second dance Makes one thing... That's the rub, ah that's the rub Won't you turn the corner to the next room and the door is shut That's the rub, a, that's the rub Won't you turn the corner to the next room and the door's Shut Pause Fools still steppin' with the same old sh** Asking how I make the rock and the hip-hop mix It don't fit is what they're telling me but I keep denying it f** it, put on Vision track 5 and rewind it God's great destiny, you shouldn't ever test me You'd best not flex 'cause you might get f**ed You're trying to escape yeah with everything but rape You turn the corner to the next room and the door slams shut