KiddDaLegend - Views (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] (00:11) I ain't had to worry bout a lot/ Still the same feeling when ya pullin' out the lot/ You know the sh** is hot when it starts rumblin' the pot/ Spewin' vaccines boy, I don't think you want a shot/ I got the right tools, who needs the fix?/ f** the rules, make the news; man, it's evident/ That this culture has an addiction to materialism/ Maiming women and prescription drug conflictions/ People being clouded from real life, fabrication/ Always feel what other people feel like, masturbation/ While we dyin' just tryin' to find ourselves/ Take or pop too many feel-goods, losing ourselves/ Well... this is life these days, try to spare you God's reign/ We live in retrospect and tend to retrograde/ Blues clues on my mind, depressin' and sh**/ Comin' from a state of mind, are these (Views From The 6)/ [Verse 2] (01:10) All and all, life's great/ Feelin' like cheese within life's grates/ Peelin' my skin to do it the right way/ Too many temptations, no imagination/ k**in' off what's left to cause procrastination/ It ain't no more stalling when you hear destiny calling/ No relation to PlayStation, do you hear me when I'm talkin'?/ I go off my noggin like the Milwaukee Monster/ Use ice to preserve limbs and ligaments often/ This is your daily view of the ongoing doctrine/ Jesus Christ, give me life, could I be anointed?/ If so, then the Universe knows of my appointment/ Keep that tattoo of the world on me like some ointment/ Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head, god body in the flesh/ 20 years old, talkin' bout Emerald Tablets and Marrakesh/ Egyptian pharaohs, Diasporas, and spiritual connects/ Connects like Colombian plugs, money's the surge it protects/ Or should I say the CIA? Funded and drafted/ To those low-income neighborhoods on the back end/ Ebola's just another crisis, about a deadly virus/ Always about population control, Chris said it righteous/ Trynna make out that Afrika isn't so holy and pious/ White cops shooting Black teens, the grand scheme/ Hands up, hands up, but still shots hit him clean/ No justice, no peace, occasionally means no sleep/ No rest until we receive the best of the best/ That means it's Rothschild-esque/ Damn right, we deserve to be picky/ Livin' in a country for old men/ Even though it's no country for old men/ News and politics bluff, even when their hands' sticky/ Turn up to Migos if you want to, blaze up/ Just remember there's no backsies when your day's up/ Thrive and get your cake up/ Get your people to wake up – Love...