Sutflute – Loaded Gun lyrics

[Chorus (Slim Burna)]
We like convicts in di prison, oh my god
We locked in di system
Politicians run away with the country's bucks
Suffering we living with no fuck jobs
I think nobody fit a stop these course
I'm left with this loaded gun

[Verse:]
See, I pledge allegiance to my Motherland,
Going drown boxies taking 2 another land
Clown of nig I see everyday
Before I unleash my mind speaking fact
Ain't no fame chase
Same chase everytime that's fair warnin
I stood underground for so long that wasn't funny
Took my time to bear the lost now
Hell on earth now penury signs bleeding of the heart now
I can't lie, I see the crooked eyes
The most painful part nobody can't figure this out staring hate
'Cause it's poverty pains of a ghetto child nobody care
If you breath, that is how it is...

[Chorus (Slim Burna)]
We like convicts in di prison, oh my god
We locked in di system
Politicians run away with the country's bucks
Suffering we living with no fuck jobs
I think nobody fit a stop these course
I'm left with this loaded gun

[Verse 2:]
Tears in all eyes, feeling so sad, pay attention,
Living so strife, staying alive, witness all the crocodiles,
Arousing, tearing all the pieces of the masses,

They say forever nothing last,
All the muster and crooked mind politicians,
And all the born tout,
Hunters, save the life of your unborn child,
If it can't hit you now,
Gonna probably hit your unborn child,
Hood venom, just bruise them all,
If you ask, crooked laws, and that refuse them the crap,
When the cat is over the mouse,
Claiming fact, when you know it ain't right,
Y'all know how it is,
It ain't no dice,
Safe the life of people they dying...

[Chorus (Slim Burna)]
We like convicts in di prison, oh my god
We locked in di system
Politicians run away with the country's bucks
Suffering we living with no fuck jobs
I think nobody fit a stop these course
I'm left with this loaded gun

Refrain

Feeling so sad
Pay attention
Living so strife
Staying alive, witness all the crocodiles
Arousing, tearing all the pieces of the masses

X. O beat, Slim Burna... I'm out