Mckinley Dixon God's Land
[Verse 1: McKinley Dixon]
He pray death to all my enemies
Let this energy float to me
Honestly and this could be an extension of me
Before he hopped out the coupe and nodded to his boy in the back
If you see something shoot
Two in the back, a few in the front, and one on the roof
He said, “Look out, his moms had a cookout”
We did the same thing
Got an image to maintain
Fight fire with flames, shit is insane, I read an article in Time Magazine
Said if we werе in suit the issue would solve itsеlf, where is the proof, huh?
The way I see it, stop kicking the damn seat
We'd be there in a minute then, I swear if you retreat now
Roll the windows down, slow the car to set us down, let off all your rounds, let ‘em know this our town
Get back
[Verse 2: McKinley]
It's what we do, shit it is what it is
I'm only doing this so we can skip right over my kids
Get ‘em fam, put one two, right in his lid
Unknowingly next door a young boy notices real life
[Chorus: McKinley]
Clipped wings is common around here
These young revolutionaries is living fear
Hang the verdict of a [?] in your coupe
That's why [?] kids now afraid to live in [?]
Clipped wings is common around here
Limited options only grow living in fear
The only way out through a roof
That's one thing by those who prefer to just shoot
[Verse 3: McKinley]
I'm falling in love with the thought of death
They saw me see them so all I'm thinking is I'm next
I haven't been eating or sleeping but really for good reason
I got people around here that I need to protect, damn
Wrong place at the wrong time, I saw him with that nine, and put two into his spine
I really couldn't recline it captured me, and actually, I want to do it too
See, growing up in this ghetto, this gentrificated meadow
Racism just like Geppetto, so I just constantly pedal
But with this, my life has new meaning
Eyes gleaming when those bullets start beaming
No retreating, I'm tired of not sleeping
I fear having to blink and I'm tired of throwing up in my mama's kitchen sink
I need help, these things have to be linked
You've been around the block homie so honestly, what you think, huh?
[Interlude: Guilty Simpson]
I think you gotta be careful, fam
Don't just move off emotions, you gotta move off a motion
You know it's gonna be a few of ‘em out there so you gotta be ready
Them grimy broke niggas, they just ready to earn stripes
So leave no evidence, make sure you get who you there to get, hurry up, and don't be bullshittin'
For real, go
[Verse 4: Guilty Simpson]
Stay low, or get wings and a halo
Shooters on they [?], on the payroll
Guarding where they go, murdering for what you may owe
Starving, they happy to get a bagel
Revenge is temporary, so when you see your adversaries look in their eyes so that they know
Right before you flame throw, tell ‘em this hurts for you, it's personal
That's the only way to quench thirst in you
When you hurting people talking ‘bout hurting you
Keep your face and hands covered
‘Cause murderous games will bring shame to grandmothers
I do my dirt all by my lonely, low key, so if you're not alone make sure you can trust ‘em
Will he keep quiet if they handcuff him?
‘Cause you hate to kill your friend for saying something
