Malik Row - For Selling (Stickz, Stonez, & Bonez) Lyrics

(Ima do it on the upbeat)

Right (Burning Sage Burning Sage)
Right (Burning Sage Burning Sage)

What the f*ck is navigation when they tell you where to go?

Puppets on stage we naked brain slaves
Lost in these channels of green searching to be saved
All I hear is these bullets all pave
A path of these endless graves
Why you stuck in a false reflection (You think you God?)
Tryna imitate (Nah)
And when you know Gods plan got your ass ready to elevate (So why you fronting?)
You contemplating suicide to take up on your life
You thinking positivity will take in when you grim
But we just gotta go to war and we teaching em all
I'm crazy all up with these snakes they all on my lawn
I'm waiting for em to pass I tell em to kiss my ass
They just focused up on the dollars yeah all for cash
Cash ruined everything all around me (F*ck)
It's even bout the numbers even in my family
When I write these rhymes I feel like a poet when I spit it
Scientist blowing nukes into the ocean hope they hear
You'll never understand you love to be critics
You'll never listen unless it's about
Bitches and Riches
Riches and Bitches
Claiming I need to paint the pictures all vivid
But it's okay when I'm drenched in my reign huh
From out the gutters yeah a Pharaoh came huh

Better find your essence
Better find your shine
Don't let em alter your light
Don't let em change ya mind
Stick and move stick and move
You better stick and move
Stick and move stick and move
You better stick and move
Stick and move stick and move
You better stick and move
Stick and move stick move
You better stick and move
Stick and move stick and move
You better stick and move
Stick and move stick and move
You better stick

I took a loss from a junkie had to learn to gamble
If he try me once again I'll be spreading that ammo
That heart of Rambo never petrified these rocks in camo'
I'll hit yo block that green in stock I'll knock you peasants off for petro'
And if you peasants try me off of yo jaw I'll leave yo stupid ass of in the retro
Past tense never flinching off my linguistics
Off of this dental blessed with all these essentials
Elevated beyond all of these niggas credentials
Met with all of the Gods on Mt. Olympus to plot the moment of my Ascension
Bitch I'm limitless without a pill
Pop a Lud' I'm David Copperfeared'
These niggas fear me
Y'all niggas fear me
Disappear and reappear I'm still the Goat
Eloped to this Game too many cheerleaders bench starters on the Main Stage
They all claim hate but that's the best they got offer
Your best take I punch you with a counter hit you with a knocker
Too much social acting not enough artistic action
What's up with all your skills you lacking
Blind side
I hit you in your neck attacking shine the light
Cause this pain exist off in my grill for real
But we selling depression often that remedy ends
We speaking Ill living all of these words and preach
I guess we all fake getting P-I-M-P'd
We hooked shining lights with the past exist
We pushing through the time with light on limit
To the end don't pretend on the mic victims
Visions off all these killings wicked illin catching
While I'm tripping sipping forties out the back of fridge
Swear this shit don't taste right I'm on my last night binge
Waking up all from the night I'm rolling blunts up roaches
Just trying stay on focus
License all been expired