Lyrics:
my name when I name drop, son
Who's the god in this pantheon?
Two-9, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan
Get up trick
Put your head
twin bull dogs then we cut the lights
They look just alike, when one bark, then the other bite
You talk about your bar level then you let a god test
Inn
I said it wasn't me, I got a twin (oh my god its you! Not again!)
It all started when my mother took my bike away
'cause I murdered my guinea pig
Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking
Itching to see how I handle it
When snakes start rattling, calm
I can show you about harm
Put blades in
as real as It gets
Counted over a Hunnid thou In some Jordan Craig jeans
Sleeping on junkie couch
You not like me
Sendin' em ta da corner stoe
For
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
to say
Reminded me I'm a nigga by
The things they say
Cops killing Blacks in broad day
Ain't reason, man, what's the reason
Michael Dean, Breonna Taylor
some fear robbing yo shit like errr day
I'm taking baby pictures and yo rent money you can ask
Craig and day day
Ran up a Meat roll Got bit by
Chi co
I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
I hate the man, yeah, I ran
To HBO and stole
I'm cold blooded old hunnids I still fold 'em
Peel onions bake pies we brick oven
Taught game home schooled by old gunners
Black Gods, Ansars
a primetime magazine
Ran the cover "Is God Dead?"
No one knew the answer
At least nobody said
I waited for the virgin queen
To say "Come on back to bed"
it fa 10 tryna times it by a Hunnid
I went re up seen my uncle by da junkies
I dropped out of college family think ima flunky
My pops understood dat
would you like...
Yo, she got a convertable Benz, yo
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, yo Craig, you buggin, man
Yo, let's make jam, but we're not talkin bout Benz
When I pick up that pack ship it on a plane
I done ran up that sack spent it on a chain
Better talk wit respect don't taint my name
When I drip like
And he said unto the woman
Yea, hath God said, ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon’ see me when
like the neighborhood watch mascot
Pass out when the barrel touch ya forehead
Mountain Dew with a different hue this a code red
Ran through ya pockets
I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal
to the flow like water skis in the red ocean
Hang like an apostrophe, any MC no Qu'ran
I prayed to the God, then prayed on their bodies all at once
Sun
rate him
Trying to ova look em like a junky neighbor
But Im here to stay and I'ma wave every time you pulling up or when passing by
Because I know
can make amends
And the skeptics can stop treating them like they playing pretend
We posed to please God by wearing dresses and suits
Have you ever
man are preying on me
God save the streets been through hell and it made a beast
Incredible scenes got targets so they aim at me
love when they hate
you stay by
Feel me when I'm in the clouds
call me head high
Saying don't you cry
Saying damn baby please don't cry
Everytime I look inside
I feel
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
A watch
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