Lyrics:
and you gon' drop shit, but ain't got no bread
Fuck your block, we tryna buy up all these land banks
Gotta put it in writing, I don't trust nobody handshake
with her hand, A promise never land, Bank account about
A grand, Executing with a plan, Uh, She my number one fan
If you got a problem then come on then
increases, to home it belongs
I want land, mansions, banks and gold
The diamonds in Africa, oil in my control
The world's natural resources, all it's residuals
no bank to land on.
He says, "Where am I?"
And he starts hopping down the road.
Hop! Hop! Hop! Hop! Hop!
"Hey, what's all that racket down
Buildings fall
And cities
Burn
The rivers
Burst
Out of banks
Wash land away
Bank runs
Riots
Sirens all
Night
Looting the streets
Evacuation warnings
it all
Yes I want it all
Money, power, fame
Run the game I want to ball
Yes I want it all
Yes I want it all
Bank notes, stocks, land deeds, and gold
corporations are waging class war
the land banks they burn down all the houses
It's big money in a state created crisis
these are the shadows of the working
the chosen land
On the banks of the river he stayed
To face the price you pay
So let the games start, you better run you little wild heart
You can run
the chosen land
On the banks of the river he stayed
To face the price you pay
So let the games start, you better run you little wild heart
You can run
the Chosen Land
On the banks of the river he stayed
To face the price you pay
So let the games start
You better run you little wild heart
You can run
into that we don't give a damn,
We're from North Carolina and south Alabam,
And little towns all around this land,
If the bank machines crash we'll be
been ravished for
Iron smelting in Brazil
Ten million people have been forced from
The lands the World Bank steal
While structural adjustment programs
of dry land
Got to hold on to a piece of dry land
Got to hold on to a piece of dry land
On the banks of the deep end
Where I lost my best friend
He'd guide and protect them on their journey
And lead them to the promised land
Well they came to the banks of the old Red Sea
Turned to Moses
thats just really where yo fans at
I got money in the bank and im just looking where the land at
Bank teller and my brudda up in heaven
I just really miss
know from sittin' about
Being idle just makes a man sore
Being idle just makes a man sore
Now the wind takes the seed
And the banks take the land
from foreign lands
And her momma a PhorHead stan
But I must say I'm sorry, man
'Cause I'm such a Canadian
Makin' bacon in every land
Makin' bank just
The promised land where banks outnumber churches
And your cars shall be martyrs to the cause
Capitalism in crisis
But on the third day it shall rise again
Talking hundred bands
In the bank
When it lands
It gon stay
And I'm a fan
Of getting paid
Chrome Hearts I got these diamonds in my face
I got hoes hoes
From the banks of the north sea
And down across this land
We stand on top of shoulders, boys
Of blue forgotten clans
Our duty's to the ones before
kill two
Plenty ammo just for you
Big bread, big bread
Hey big land, big bank, big stash, Estates, just for you
Sell dopamine till I pass away
faaa, faaa)
Where'd you get this heat, i need extended clips (Hmmm, paow)
Need'a land the bank, with my bag (What, woah)
Where's that fuckin' hoe, need
mornin' when I wake up, I hit big
Got a cookie for my fan, then it land The bank callin', I ain't textin' for your
Name They like, Big Bag , where you been
done seen plenty trenches
Wasted too much time tryna make queens outta bitches
We swinging
Watch yo step
Cause Ima land mines
Bank account on hotep shit
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