Psymun - Old men lyrics

[Intro 1: Giovanni Odtriiill] Find Religion G.Od Blen Omen [Verse 1 : Giovanni Odtriiill] Got sh** written That I prolly never read out Time still ticking Can't you see The foes are fleas now Cause I'm so high Looking down I can't believe wow Soul like feather We just drifting with the breeze now My n***as try to tell me I should ease off So I stay spitting Till a piece a f**ing teeth lost Flow stay clean Never need floss So acidic So the saltiness gon' dissolve Now I got the gas looking like diesel VINtage clothes I'm a old soul It's oh so sweet When you getting checks Shame they think they next But really awful n***a I hit blackjack before 21 and they all fold My n***as play ya cards Right This chess you taking L's The whole knight Stay plotting Ready for a fist fight Book a knowledge Stay jotting Till the targets insight Went and joined the game And know no way For you to win right Just sit tight Cuz this gon be a long trip But until then we ga**ed I just chill until the shrooms hit Lights out u need a new switch Looking awfully foolish Figured u was phony n***a I int choose to play The game it f**ing chose me O man [Verse 2: Shaiii] Check me out wow (Giovanni) Yeah check me out yo The world is trap in poverty Political leaders have become enslave to immorality You display a fraction of, your mentality When you pull at these girls, who aren't clad properly This shows your lack of dignity Demonstration of cruelty Is when a grown man, arrested for taking away a girls virginity And in the court room, the jury find him not guilty Is this a reflection of, my society? Can someone explain to me, please? Why are there B's and D's if their goal is to save the country And everybody seen the face of poverty It is a pity, it attack everybody with no sympathy They beg for mercy When me and Giovanni act like mercenaries Taking things into our own hands like a vigilantly She would, always monopolize the conversation New situation, any tattoos or j**els are you down with the hooligan crew Before they shoot? (du du du) The real can never die, we multiply King kunta in a suit and tie A smile can hide your demise Fools out here think they are ever so wise A lot of these n***as claiming god status in their flow See I could care less, bout being the best, in Barbados Play the music on the radio Real black music, young kelvin Doe Down to cause genocide Even on stranger tides Send me any rapper, I swear that I can smoke em Usually I do easy on all of you n***as But for the lower entities I gotta leave um holy This is a eulogy, coddles Thoughts are an art of the heart And this verse is barely a doodle