Texty:
Rush Of Fools For Those

for those For those who are poor For those who are broken, those who mourn For those bound by chains with no way to freedom but for grace But for grace

never would have Said those things to you You have to be crazy to say those things to you Let's face it I made a mistake Well you know, fools rush in

the bottom floor Back now walk in the brish? Back to the bullshit Fuck with those cats I??¦ cool with Act and fool with, Actually nothing to fool with

-signed by a nigga that pimped the mic Make the rule the view that the beef is cool But what it do is fool the few fools who buy the feud Keep the people

d want me to serve life for a punk or two Or even cry over him for a couple of days Damn raza we've got to change those evil ways Though soy chignon

they wanna bone Creased up with the lone that's how I leave my home Twenty three, a pelon ready to die for vocal tones My boots were make for stomping while by beats were made for

that my momma did These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches For dollars and sense

all night, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah I get's a rush, thinkin' 'bout the fools

, are you down for me? Baby, are u still down, still down for me? Baby, are u still down, still down for me? Baby, are u still down, still down for me