Lyrics:
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
generation)
For that, KRIT, let's kill these niggas
You got skills to help build these killers (killers)
Take the murder rate even higher (higher)
And take
for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we weren't captured and traded
Consider this my
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
through these portals
But the cake a lie
I just have to get the money
See I have to provide
This shit ain't got no content
But it all rhyme
Kill kill
Stab
And that's when I run
All of these thousand miles
That's when I run
All of these thousand miles
To get you back
Coming for you babe, I'm coming now
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
As infants and children we would ride in cars with
No seat belts, airbags
None of these things at all
Riding in the back of a pickup truck
Was
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
was fucking with the truth
Making babies by the dozen
I ain’t fucking with no youth
I don’t like my generation
I’d rather cross words than cross fit
Use
I feel like I'm trapped up in this curse
Then all I heard was.
This kind of shit makes me wonder, wonder
(Mama why it gotta be like this, mama
sex?
I pass by, can't hold back tears inside
'Cause Lord knows, for years I tried
And all the other people on
My block hate your guts
Then you wonder why
in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us
in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us
pass by, can't hold back tears inside
'Cause Lord knows, for years I tried
And all the other people on my block hate your guts
Then you wonder why
against the worst generation
The warlords are all in the past
(We can even take care of the Emperors)
One by one
We'll kick your ass
You're up against
in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us
in wordplay while the world plays with my emotions
Hoping a little poetic therapy can keep me from needing a therapist
I hide hurt in haiku
"All little
these niggas wonder
Told y'all bitches I'd be straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/right back for
Pulling something slick that'll make
These niggas wonder
Told y'all bitches I'd be
Straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told
My back hurt cuz I feel the strain of all my ancestor’s residual pain
Die fighting for freedom or live with these chains, the system always worked
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
All these people disappearing
Can't help but feel the cops
Are getting lazy out here
Nah, I'm just a baby though
Maybe I'm in my feelings
Or maybe
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