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should be taxed are blacks and the poor My kids never visit, never wanna play cards But why would I care... they're libtards! Riding lawn mower, avid
the heart. When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start. A young black kid destined for success, no Old Gold, no cocaine, or Buddha cess.
straight from start. A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or Buddha sess. Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass So the rats
out The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET Guess he saw me as the best man 619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin' San Diego to all you foreign Daygo's what we
the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me My moms got raped by the industry and made me I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you I get more pussy
in front of a store or something 'Cause you'd be taking shortcuts, right Cops, "Ree, put your hands up, black boy!" The cops shot the kid
a farm Kids meaner than them children of the corn Bear witness to tha don dead black king to you pawns Been tah hell and back similar tah spawn It's
from Rocky Top to the NFL I'm retirin' so big I make a Brush guard outta all the gold And give it to my kids so They can be pimpin' like daddy-o Long
black cops in cars profilin Hardcore kids in the West got stress In the East we are chased by the same black beast The black cop is the only real
I can't let nobody play with me, my friends stay with me I'm finally speakin' up to anything that's not okay with me I'm in the ATL, Clint, Capela
see it die in the streets Black suit, black hursh, Baldy PREE your death hurt me Wish I can bring em back but life goes on God needed some true soilders
don't need no master, flasher Test a prankster gangster like a gatt much faster Get the band aid, the kid front hard knock I sport more techniques
why don't we just rob a fucking train. We go hard, you're Deadwood, I'm Billy the Kid, don't step foot, in my line of sight, you'll get took, by
black cops in cars profilin Hardcore kids in the West got stress In the East we are chased by the same black beast The black cop is the only real
and said that I'm lit I'm taking my time with this shit Not losing like Hillary Clint I'm glowing like anime chicks Look at the way that I walk Look
And they say we ain't hip-hop Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac Get your shit rocked Smoke you like my pipe do Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound) If greatness was
by swallowing)who your friend who your friend she's a Thot pg dot com(pg stands for pub grub(cheap cocaine)dot com means com short for commercial (also
Aura von Clint Eastwood im Italo-Western Wir verschwenden keine Zeit mit Bahnhofspennern Es sind Asche, Fard, Kanaken mit dem Schwarzkopf-Flavor (wooh)
by these hams just because my skin is black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Black Got damn Like damn why they messing with
support system Splittin' up these black kids Just to keep their blackground missin' Black ambitions To try to make it out this black trap through
3 black kids in your stereo (Wa na na na wa na na na) 3 black kids in your stereo (Wa na na na wa na na na ay) 3 black kids in your stereo 3 black
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dark Behind her eyes I saw a spark That spoke of a determination within Chorus I was in the depths of despair I'd been dumped by my latest flame I'd no
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