blkcardprince / The World Shares Her Tears

[Part I: blkcardprince] [Verse] The world that summer is sunken Meet me by the reservoir benches, the dead end Shout-out to my black card prince, we locked in Shout-out to my niggas in the set, we steppin' Military vision steady boomin', it's universal We single file with our seven bitches, it's universal I could never vision you ahead, the role reversal It's true, you dead Bloodshed off the rest you claiming My nigga died a clear shot, stеadily aiming Switch bin, you own that, cherish your naming New York hour, my man really count sеconds Step-by-step, we really count weapons New day comin' soon, can't we count blessings, man? I don't wanna fight the mania forever Ninety-nine flavors Can't we pull something from the sky? Come save us Tyranny is major Bet it- [Part II: The World Shares Her Tears] [Instrumental]