Young 3ast - No Alcohol On Sundays (Prod. by Fricktion) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young 3ast] I can tell the world don't like n***as but slavery was worst I'm not giving up my free will cuz n***a I had it first[WHOO!] Everything is used as a weapon Other minute living another life gone in a second And when the soldiers come prepare for Armageddon The main lesson over here give lemons to the peasants Social Media Became a co*k blocker I said hi she on her phone she ain't much a talker But she's texting a n***a that is her main stalker Shaking up like Parkinson's on a old walker People idolizing these celebrities It be the one's that's rich as f** without a melody Sitting on the couch one hour of fake reality Hell you made a million but how does that benefit me The only thing I really want is some peace Should I wait to pre order or buy it when it release [Ayee] And school never told me life would be this hard though Black on black crime Mather Luther King would hate us Yo! Put cha phones down the whole world being sabotaged When you got cha phone the whole world seems camouflaged And I don't need a gun to get my point across n***as can't afford the dental care but they claim to floss My anxiety is holding back my full potential Let it out like solarbeams on this instrumental And when a n***a the feds get a raise So you can't call the cops cuz the cops the one to blame Even with a little money things start to change Find a body in a alley cuz Yo life you tried to rearrange I don't need a relationship I need music When life getting tough the pen and paper I abuse it The rap game getting soft f** the radio f** over real sh** n***a that's the ratio So I'm a atheist but you can't tell Said I'm gong to a special place my hot bars resemble hell I'm bout to be rich I don't want the normal side Work ah 9-5 retire at the age of 45 Rappers coming up but can't compose a cla**ic They drop a couple singles but it can't spread like magic 53 seconds left for me to make it tragic Carbon copies need oxygen I give em plastic It ain't the same even rappers start to dress alike Tight shirt and short chains You forgot to give em leggings right My 3rd eye is still open best believe I know the world f**ed up it ain't the hard to see Got ah face of a angel but she prostitute for free When you f** random n***as you get pregnant b**h[Ha!] You stay strapped I stay educated No Tobacco over here just a 40 and I'm medicated The money looking good Yeah say a stupid statement He can't rap but hot beat gave him a good placement I walk around I don't speak I like to hear my thoughts All I hear is facebook, instagram, and log off Looking at the moon it's a pretty sight Guns being used not a fight anywhere right But at the end of the day I'm trying to life Smoke the best weed I'm trying to reach the tallest height Y'all worry about them problems but they back later They talk politics well I'm a great mast-debater[HA!]