Lyrics:
Ladies
Ladies &
&
Gentlemen
Ronald James
James
James
James
James
James
I Guess I'm supposed to rap
James
Ronald James
This is fricken crazy
Yeah
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
hit nigga this a fucking hit
Send a nigga home full clip,
traumatized by the whole trip
Boatload full of cocaina
Got some wolves 'round and some
hit the brakes
The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase
Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn
Black male, pickin' cotton
team doublin' up on cups of lean
Blue dream weed make my bitch go by
Got her layin' on her back
With her legs up in the sky
I'mma take me a dab and watch
yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity
a nigga with her to help her old ass
As James Baldwin says
"You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white world considers
a james earl ray
And with that, before they turn me into a martyr for some info
I'm fully automatic malcolm little by the window
And even when they paint us
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
to that idea
I got cotton mouth you know how it go
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Look i wonder if I fail just how
Many will go to hell
I'm trying to send good
shotgun here you get the gate
Wearing cotton anywhere you owe a thanks
And you can take that all the way to the local bank by god
I got some land here in
a clothin' line" but I'ma chill
'Cause when cotton ain't sellin' pussy always will
And these women they be knowin' the deal
That's why these niggaz be
And succeeded
Pretty sure they told me try rhyming
Handing me Orion's belt to show a note by its bindings.
'Preciate yall
Peace James
Never preach to HR
From where they tax hold two thousand dollar reward
Found on the road, dead, pulling cotton from thorns
Scary hour, heretic kicks, canary
Travel Fox,
decisions nigga
Looking back I made them shits with some precision nigga
But I wasn't by myself it took a village nigga
Some shit you wouldn't understand we
by yourself while fake bitches pop by the bevy
They call me Ohene, cuz I am a king, Like a Ghanaian Chief
The God and the demon of my destiny, its
Pictures
All My Niggas Be Grave Diggers
We Put Bodies In James River
His Body Prolly Found By A Fisher
Hook:
I Got That Drake On Me Now
You Know That Bitch
Shipped away and shackled up in chains
Stripped my name I’m Kunta Kinte
Toby not, they told me I'm a slave
Oily locs, imma let em hang
Picking cotton any
Plymouth Rock but we docked in
Came by the boat head to the toe say it's fair we pick cotton
Till long came top hat found savior same face as a slaver
So how
gloss no edits
All by His grace, I don't take no credit
State your faith
James 2 from 1
Better be bout it
Put in works, while bae watch
Feel like David
James
Cannot escape the pain
Like naz, ye, and J
I got to keep the flame
Listening to Rihanna
Takes my breath away
I got a glimpse of tomorrow
And u
Shipped away and shackled up in chains
Stripped my name I'm Kunta Kinte
Toby not, they told me I'm a slave
Oily locs, imma let em hang
Picking cotton any
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