The Silence k**ers (TSK) - Raised By Wolves lyrics

[Verse 1: Cherele] I'm something like a Cult Cla**ic (tragic) And my brain is a tab of acid (map it) I've been reading all my books backwards (grasp it) How you finish is what even matters (mastered) I ain't never been good at pa**ive (pa** it) End up preaching to my own pastor (ba*tard) Generation full of lost addicts (static) Bet I leave my mark like it's tatted (add it) I'm a 70s psychedelic Burning all my f**ing relics Triple 7, still angelic Story's only as real as who tells it So tell me what's your source like? What's remorse like? I ain't felt that way in a fortnight Comin' out forthright, I don't think more twice Really they're more hype, me? I'm the north light [Hook: Cherele] Controlled by the moon Attracted to the dark I was raised by wolves, should have known from the start (Repeat 1x) k**er... k**er.. k**er..Instincts (Repeat 3x) [Verse 2: Ellz] f** you I'm in the middle of a rumble In the concrete jungle with police around my bundle Taught me when you get the money my n***a you gotta stay humble Rolling weed with no tint up my n***a don't fumble On exposure load up know k**ers on c**a like cola That roll up that Har in a roller And smoke the whole ‘gar till it's over my n***a We caught us a body the other night Flooded the lobby 100 strikes Gave him that sh** they let Kendrick hit Right to his ab and his dome just the other night On chilled wet paint that's how I feel I smoke the weed the doc want me pilled On these Xanax bars I seen candy cars In these panic scars I seen polaroids Of me flashing bars drop t-top Brandishing pistols out a notch back missile on the highway Whether hell or heaven, I'll wait Got the pedal on the devil on my way to the Empire State But I'm smoking on my Cialate Till it's blood out the duct and my pupils never dilate So we all getting on and we gang on the trains of the yawn Not a n***a that can that can find a way [Verse 3: Cherele] And I sit sideways on thrones SAMO Southern Sounds like Jean in So-Ho Still see my destination, I was told to drive slow Area's 54, mindstate's on go Need a suitcase, and a hoo-ray This is dooms day, tote-tools-day Make you lose faith Tragedies happen in two states Wrote your fate down on this loose-leaf Kept it straight up and you're still talking loosely? [Bridge] f** you 70's psychadelic Smoking on the Caliate Smoking on the Caliate [Hook]