Senseless

Senseless 

[Verse 1]

Girl don't talk 

I got I ATLiens bumping

EQ's so right 

Sound like 18 aliens humming

Me and you yo momma and yo cousin too 

Could snore on this blue dream 

Cruising moving while this green feel so soothing

Grooving doing anything Losing feeling for losing… feeling

Choosing to go 45 in a 60

Morning eyes cause it's misty 

Changing drives in the shifty 

Iffy if i should take a itsy bitsy sip for the tipsy a fifth would get

Me lifted but a 6th would get me… trippy  

My eyes taste what my lips see

Lips sync my rhythm so your chords could sing it with me 

A bit glitchy 

But I still keep that funky rhythms

These algorithms of how I get'em 

In the back seat no taxi, don't tax me, don't ask me about 

How I'm dirty but keep it classy

Just ride it like you class C listened 

Let's keep it dashing

We don't need no 

Strings 

No Gepetto we keep 

It pedaling…

Over night sessions 

Turned some dreams

Into reality 

Never settle cause Mr. King had a better dream 

Mr. Meddling in the medicine for the kids who have no better things 

Than to fall in to them ghetto schemes 

Load the Berretta with the Berretta cream 

And blast off, senseless violence please go away

We don't need your ass today…

[Hook]

How many of my niggas gone ride today, how many of my niggas gone stand up 

How many niggas gone have to die today, for y'all muthafuckas to understand us 

How many niggas gone have to ride today 

How many niggas gone ever stand up 

[Verse 2]

It's hard to live on - these niggas dying every day 

I know there's wrongs… but what if right can't find my way 

What if light can't shine my face 

What if I just run in to you…

And get shot down… nigga

Ain't no clock now... nigga 

All i see is small flowers pink and blue 

On the corner with some crosses 

Saying we miss you …

But… no tears gone fall... 

If you ride for red or blue 

You better know that every bullet got roll call

And this time it was calling for… you

And here I am 

I hope no car pulls up to me 

When I'm walking from the studio

Hops out and goes like… blam

Bang! Bang! 

I hope my brain don't paint the floor 

And if it does I want the brush strokes 

To paint a portrait of pain, happiness, love, passion, and mistakes 

Because I know I haven't lived my life right 

Get another L just to smoke my life right 

If I get another L I'll just smoke my life right… bang

[Hook]

How many of my niggas gone ride today, how many of my niggas gone stand up 

How many niggas gone have to die today, for y'all muthafuckas to understand us 

How many niggas gone have to ride today 

How many niggas gone ever stand up