Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Priorities, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 29.07.2013
Song language: English
Priorities |
| You got the shit, mhhm |
| Where it’s at then?, |
| Nigga fuck you, |
| Bitch ass nigga, |
| I open my mouth and what comes out is dangerous, |
| Angel dust, mix it up with cocaine and just kill yourself in Los Angeles, |
| Niggas lost and jealous, couple tossed umbrellas, two hiding plus 45's is |
| cocked blazing til we in clouds with Pac, |
| Not to mention, these federal penitentiaries locking all my niggas up giving |
| them half a century so the day they get out with Alzheimer they won’t remember |
| me, and everything they did before 20 is faded memories |
| Hated enemies ready to finish me, government wanna limit these, men with G’s |
| spin it put them in a key, |
| Then it’s me beginning this chemistry, |
| I am tangled, cause liven it’s got a man strangled, |
| It’s fandagled, hand me a plan from a damn angel, |
| Angels in my city get it gritty, rioting off Henny, |
| In clubs they act fast, packing, they gats got plenty, |
| When you in my streets better open your fucking eyes, |
| Niggas in front wanna take you down |
| In back wanna break your spine |
| Stain inside broken glass, |
| And to forget it all we grab a bitch and poke her fast, |
| Walk her out holding ass, |
| Anything for that Lambo, in years of holding cash, |
| Spend it on a couple strippers and forget to hold the gas |
| It’s high, but it ain’t like me, |
| I’m past the sky, you ask us why, we emotional and have to cry |
| Cause the cash is my way that I’m gonna last to die |
| But when they classify me as bad to the masses I |
| Dare you to go through all this sickness, |
| Need a minute come to my senses, |
| On block they pose, throw 'em to the dogs, |
| Pitbulls then they place all bets in, |
| Often I cop, often I fight bitches, |
| Launder they thoughts, |
| Launder them leave stitches, |
| Street vicious micro missions, |
| Still play the game with the end in a vision |
| Might… |
| Give upon my holla, toss em' a couple dollas |
| Hit the window with them wipers, but forget your babies diapers, |
| And that’s the reason why we forever minorities, |
| Hatred for all authorities, |
| Fucking up our priorities. |