Strong Arm Steady - Questions lyrics

[Krondon] Caolition of the willing No relation to the self-serving hermits in the higher positions Correlation of a k**ing, in fact The true and living, I exalt Eradicates fault and ???? Product of prohibition Young son of Ronald Reagan's '84 crack era Feel terror In the mirror find reflections of the struggle How the streets infect him Impressions from an automatic weapon Can't teach em d**h Fear the electric chair's a short walk But a long way down, not to ballpark A paradise Like a Peruvian flight ???? the horror of a hooligans life Parallel to the lessons I learned twice Tell me how lucky can one man be That's three Will he make it out the game 'fore his legs break Wandering, running for nothing but a way to get cake [Hook: Fashawn] 2X All the long nights Short Days Blood, sweat and tears Sit back and look at my life like How'd I make it here? This can't be real It's all a dream This can't be right [Planet Asia] Aphrodite calligraphy n***a tree Mac ministry Straight out the middle east Malevolent militia We forcing agendas on infidels The records catch burn like single cell? Your daughters love me I get a lot of bush 100 bars, three packs of woods, a lot of kush I'm on your neck with a solid foot You got the brolic look but you not a crook f** out the way 'fore I do something to you In the kitchen with coke, I might have put the heat to your cup of noodles I style pricey, foul and shiesty. Rhyme Icy What I spit is just a fix for the pipe fiends Vivid with my thoughts like sight-seeing Kilos of ice cream got the house flooded with nice things Nature taking it's course, violent a**ault, my timing is warped Diamonds over Nautica sport [Hook] [Fashawn] Skipped college went straight for the pros For those who don't know, lets end the speculation Scribbled rhymes out back of my hand, second nature Started following the omens, realized my life's sacred All the time n***as ask "where you been?" 'Fore you know it I'm gone in the wind, doing my thing In another region squeezing my pen, burning the flame Them aromatic backwoods clouded my brain Back in my lane Doing what I'm 'posed to do T-shirts, sweatshirts trying to make mogul moves Like Percy and Russel, I flex my mind and my muscle In the meantime still intertwining with hustlers If it's 4 broke n***as I ain't trying to be the 5th On the turf since birth I was cursed with a gift I can turn a flower to a pistol, man that's power 100 miles per hour with a pencil [Hook]