Issue No 113 Monday Lyrics

Feel like my life is in danger, I keep one in the chamber
Obsessed with this anger, no more fucking with strangers
I'm clutching this banger, I'm clutching this blackberry
Tryna write a banger or smoking this Newport, I'mma steer and let it rain
'Cause it's kinda strange 'cause they took all that's good
And gave what remains to us
Got me ready to bust, tired of hearing the fuss
I'm out here whiling 'cause on the back of the bus
Rosa Parks when I spark revolution, burning the Constitution
This be my contribution, I'm grinding for retribution
Need money and distribution, bad bitches flown in from Houston
Money, power, respect, stay boosted, my only conclusion

Feel like my life is in danger, I keep one in the chamber
One in the chamber
Feel like my life is in danger, I keep one in the chamber
One in the chamber
Feel like my life is in danger, I keep one in the chamber
One in the chamber
Feel like my life is in danger, I keep one in the chamber
Once in the chamber
Feel like my life is like stress
Feel like my life is like murder
Feel like my life is like stress
Feel like my life is like murder
Feel like my life is like stress

Maybe we should roll a weed and just get away
'never knowing where we going, we could find a way
..you probably don't give a damn, I know where the fuck I am
I stand like a fucking man, pistol grip and my dick in my other hand
'we hella deep looking victorious'

Feel like my life is in danger, I keep one in the chamber
One in the chamber
Feel like my life is in danger, I keep one in the chamber
One in the chamber
Feel like my life is in danger, I keep one in the chamber
One in the chamber
Feel like my life is in danger, I keep one in the chamber
Once in the chamber
Feel like my life is like stress
Feel like my life is like murder
Feel like my life is like stress
Feel like my life is like murder
Feel like my life is like stress

Maybe we should roll a weed and just get away
'never knowing where we going, we could find a way