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your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
for it but it doesn't benefit the economy
I'm a black man I'm not asking you to honour me
I'm just asking that my skin
not be associated with felony
loved his house. He's not in it
His House. He wasn't in it
Harry kept his eyes wide open he knew just us much as
Anyone, the others came and prayed
at poor another Round
I pull off from the cops, tires Burning
But no chase they let me go with a Warning
I'm a little surprised I didn't even have to Kowtow
like The Roots new sequel
It's slavery
Know Hailey need a sequence if they need it
Not even
But seemingly believe it though
See it's simply greed, it's
Road life isn't the picture
It's not me but the figures looking fit cuz
1,2 G's in a day and that's shit month
Really?
Tell me likkle more about this
(there ain't shit to say)
Loyalty, honesty, that's all I ask for
Is that too much to handle? (Let me know)
You know for some people, that's too much
Why do you look at me when you hate me?
Why should I look at you when you make me hate you too?
I sense a smell of retribution in the air
I don't
From beginning to end and, to beginning
I never lose because I'm all about winning
But if I were to lose, I wouldn't be upset
Cause I'm not a gambler,
Lincoln sound more sweet than a Continental
Got us thinking outside the lines like it's international
Peace - its not for lease but I know he at least
love poetry, but I'm not a fan of Gin
Studied Japanese, so I know how to say yen
I take religion quite seriously, it's no joke
Mamma told me to find
rocking the cradle and the child not his own
Hi-ho, hi-ho, my laddie lie aisy
For perhaps your own daddy might never be known
I'm sitting and sighing
Types of rhymes you need
I'm not the new jack
Or crew rack I'm like the next man
Cormega, I just got signed to Def Jam
My man Nas is down with me
A lot
my ears
Before I let someone disrespect
My coast in here but the coast is clear
What I mean by that, is 2Pac ghost in here
We Outsiders, it's Point
To him we pray for my peeps
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice with hands
But
thinks
Uh-uh, I'm not long for this earth
Uh-uh, yeah, it's wrong and it hurts
Uh-uh, hit the bong, we inert
Uh-uh, yeah, I'm gone, see me skrt, yeah
She
and facts
Still I'm accused of being fake but
If I rapped in me accent twenty four seven
Not a fucker would understand a
Single word that I say
I got lyrics
the way for me such as Sean King a distinguished and established pioneer of the new civil rights movement, Spike Lee, a filmmaker who is never afraid
from the sex, yeah, I got me some loads
Listen, I'm the most explicit
Long stick inside my river but we not going fishing
Know what to do every time you
say im fuck mahcine
I've been out here crippin cuz i'm famous
Not from my rap but the way I play with the anus
catch me fucking hella dudes on the bang
Always trusting the process
But sometimes it leaves me hopeless
I don't know what I don't know yet
It's not slow progress
Round here it's slowgress
in my face for a second
But I move the crowd, and I reckon
That a sucker might jump and try to bait
So kill that noise and get out my face (punk)
Ferrell and I'm sucking my own dong
Cheerleaders, Harry Caray, Jeopardy
I pleasure myself
Congratulations to me
Hey, come on man, this is our thing
people they already knowing
Pouring my heart on the beat
I still don't got no emotion when you see me walk in the street
You do not know what I see
You
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