Lyrics 1: 30, Curbside - Kweku Collins

1: 30, Curbside

Barrell boy, point your nine, you so desperado
Calculate, cock it back, maybe move in close
No one man should have all that power
Power makes a good soul go wrong
I saw you outside the crib today
Talkin all that shit?
(Whoa-oa)
Motherfucker, I should kill your ass, nigga
Cause they run the streets
Cause they run the world
So you fight for them
So you die for them
I got 'em, I got 'em
He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
I got 'em, I got 'em
He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
I got 'em, I got 'em
He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
I got 'em, I got 'em
He tortures my conscience, but I gotta
Barrell boy, move along, you and your bravado
Look at me, contemplate, maybe you should go
The animal with its human owner
Power knows no right or wrong
Cause if you run the streets, hey
Then they run the world
And if I die for you
Then we all die for them, yo
It’s the story of old, yo
It’s just a story to them
But this is the world
But is this the end
I got 'em, I got 'em
He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
I got 'em, I got 'em
He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
I got 'em, I got 'em
He tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
But I gotta love 'em