Sango - Just, hold on for a second lyrics

Culazeeeeen- They call me something of a ba*tard where I'm from Nothing but ill intentions lately Mindful of sinner folk Let the pistol go fought with fisty cuffs in the winter snow All around the globe I see people grow I witness all kinds of types Of metamorphosis watch it slow I see nature take control and let it move me like the ocean Cycle through my latter life's See me with clairvoyance Future past and present are all relevant to ya boy And I have no choice but to Ride for my kin folk All accidental Put down the pencil Or cross out these Angels Mistake me for able but Cain you be grateful For chaos and discord My day to day wave hoe Malicious intent but my halo tinted gold All solid gold All solid gold Never a martyr but I will k** for the right cause I'm not a fighter but I'll throw jabs with the right bars That's steel fisted you pigeon toed with some tap shoes on I'm ill witted a murderous crow attached with bombs Kamikaze a local school and laugh at the cracked alarms Aura is enormous like I'm Gon but just a blacker form Spirits in the halls devour them all like some stacked croissants Wake up from a dream and do it still just to attract some haunts Stand against reform but change is all I'm ever asking for Walking door to door and I'm asking people if they want more Take it in my own hands I'm vigilante let's slow dance Cause cat scans and trips to rosecrance I'm sharp as petals that's rose red I'm tough as metal that's cold led I'm rough as ever with no bread But call the devil to loan it n***a -uh I don't understand what the issue is with living I never ask for anything but something's always missing My life askew as I only get iller with the writtens And the frustration of writing has me fading out pigments I'm someone superstitious The Demi jinn inside me gives me an unresolved Thesis If I train every day to achieve my omnikenisis Will my aesthetic evolve and show my evident genius? I'm the Horoscope k**er with the aim of a bull Horned crusader throwing crosses through apparitions and ghouls If a fool wants to compete then I'll do his life in for good Know I'm not the kind to be bothered I do not play by the rules Nice life. Run it Shuffling through the streets with subtle sweepers and I'm gunnin' Nice life. Run it Shuffling through the streets with subtle sweepers and I'm gunnin' Oh no the boy done grown sh** he's the man now Yeah He done grown yeah he the man Oh no God has decreed mortalities banned now Mortalities banned Oh no- stole a drake flow Tell him woe is me I'll subtract him of his woes On my worst behavior but my luck is on a roll So I keep a pace forward as I trek with the flows Tell him god damn Why he so bold Such a young n***a Why his mind so old Such a flame spitter how his bars so cold Ask a god if he does anything that he's told (NOO) (And just like that, we gone) /