Paradise

Mac talking:

Yeah I got these motherfucking Warlocks in this biatch

So you know its all about that World War 3 Nigga

You feel me nigga haha

My nigga Sam

My nigga Popeye

Shout out to my nigga BI-Geezy you off in this bitch

feel it

Chorus: (Popeye)

My future, my focus, paradise

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive

I keep the real motherfuckers alive

My future, my focus, paradise

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive

I keep the real motherfuckers alive

Verse 1 (Sam) :

Intentions to leave a coarse, remourse is extinct

Niggas murder and lust the course we own is mislink

The pack we don't want it lead to unknowns

Like understanding life and why we here and some gone

I'm mystified conspicuous eyes vision my glory

Camaflouge and wish we hiding side of the hallways

The narrow road has followed the battle hole of hollows I spit

To keep the real alive to have tommorow

Murderer slash real nigga slash ghetto celebrity

To often have life and death we hope to never see

The destiny of what's real is my fate to not hate

Confusion keep unfolding that the migrates, my Lord

Tech to my face, flinching is forbiddin

Murder in self-defense, can you blame me for living?

Keep the real alive, the fake get famous with death

Keep the real seen, bitch niggas are laid to rest

Chorus: (Popeye)

My future, my focus, paradise

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive

I keep the real motherfuckers alive

My future, my focus, paradise

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive

I keep the real motherfuckers alive

Verse 2: (Popeye) :

Faster between the streets I held on

promoted through pistols and either elsewhere

Silent and helped to hold on for killer that said a self-prayer

To walk away beside the lord, siners repent so we divide the sword

Behind the tents I mean be riding cars

Standing off the roof of a killer, to murder made life

Focused than any president living that carry shade ice

That live amongst the fallen few, to walk away the day they calling you

And freeze the heat when they come crawling through

Breathing from the top of it's lungs, tommorow it will shut down

Niggas that held a piece of my heart they never let down

Was yet to come before the lord,

I thought my father supposed to show the card,

These niggas camaflouge to blow the gaurd

Making me a part of the wind, suspend will now hell

Everything operated in time to end when I fail

Beside the walls of badder shit, I run the streets and chose to stan and spit

Behind the gate the hater grabbin' pit

Chorus: (Popeye)

My future, my focus, paradise

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive

I keep the real motherfuckers alive

My future, my focus, paradise

Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice

And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive

I keep the real motherfuckers alive

Verse 3 (Mac) :

Now Check it

Now spill on my proverbs, I bless you, you bless the next niggas

Its for the best niggas believe me

They say money is the root of all evil

I say only when it's in the clutch of the wrong people ya feel that

If murder is the medicine for fools who refuse to abide by the rules

You lose your cool then you lose your shoes

To every nigga in the struggle with big dreams

We was born with the hustle in my genes, I know it seams like we forbiddin

Forced in ghetto living, poverty strickin eating popeye chicken and biscuits

With alittle jelly for my lil belly,

That I just can't fill cause moma belly make the bills

And I know shit's real, when we go to school just to eat meals

And for dinner we got sleep nigga, it's deep nigga

With that you got that whole world against ya

Bitch ass nigga have you forgoten god sent ya

Whoaaaaaa