Now it's time for for change Nothing stays the the same The The lines on their faces so deep A revolution or reach out and touch the the day We're overdue child I'll change I heard some kids kids telling me How they've lost all all the faith in the the way

These bitches say they got love for for their fans But they're fake and lie it's all all a part of their plans The The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a god damn fool if you trust a disguise. Hey kids kids, give me all all your fucking money. Got a

Don't you know that the the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright And in the the end I'd do it all all again I think you're my best friend When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before I'll be yours Stuck in the the jet wash Bad trip I couldn't get off

Are we all all we are We are the the people that you'll never get the the best of Not forget the the rest of (Rest of) We've had our fill We've had enough We've had it up to here Just sing it loud until the the kids will sing it right back

The kids kids are back So just remember the the Oh, watch out We walk the the streets In tattered armies We got the the lion in our heart We're not lookin' for for trouble Just for for some fun But we're all all ready if you wanna' start

Time's up, hold up, aight Celph you got 30 seconds, you ready? Alright, Celph Titled, hit em! Celph Titled: That's all all you got? Yo, yeah, listen These hungry rappers battle for for a buck and some change There really be kids kids starving, give a fuck if it

You gotta dig your roots And get a little more dirt on my boots 'For For the sun comes down Show some love back to your hometown Fall in love, plant some seeds Carve some names in the the family tree Raise your kids kids, love your wife Put God first, just to live

Everyone knows anything goes We are the the lotus kids kids Better take note of this For For the story Let's do it all all this time Everyone wishing well we go Over the the laws of light Over the the moon by midnight Things will never be the the same

He's the the one Who likes all all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah Sell the the kids for for food

Like fights with the the brass knuckles Like I ain't got nothing to live Swinging belts catching niggas with the the buckle now fuck it (I'm going out) Like as if you had guns to my kids kids fuck it (going all all out) For For the big checks and large faces mantions And my