Lyrics:
Monday'!
Saturday. . .
And thus the calendar,
In all of it's colorful disguises
Was presented to
The bored & miserable people
Everywhere!
Gregcery issued
(Bah! Bah!) throw the Glock in the canal
You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him
All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective
and spiritually blind
But we kings and queens it's our time
Equality
(By any means necessary)
Say their names
Stephon Clark
Mike Brown
George Floyd
Philando Castile
It's like EA Sports because it's all in the game hoe
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You
finna crack aye (612 hoe)
Cops search & destroy, won’t let em steal our joy
Rest In Peace George Floyd (RIP)
Y’all wanna go home to families, well so did
liberty jive
-stop giving out with this here liberty jive
Don't sing of people's rights that way
They might believe in what you say
So stop your song it's
fault
This game is results, not progress
End product, is success
In a way its beauty
Because people can't see
I can construct a personality
Make them
on the plantation, guns blazin' like Django
I know, you heard it all a million times, huh?
The feelin' gone, now all you hear is rhymes, huh?
George Zimmerman still
talking about a Foot Locker? They're all the same
Fox News? CNN? Just pawns in the game
They only represent the institution like Obama did
Whose key
it's all over
My car odor smell like raw doujah
I'll burn gas like car motors ayy I
(AI) crossed over but play my role in Philly
I've been (Ben) on point
Don't say "Rine," say "Rain"
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
By George, she's got it!
By George, she's got it!
Now, once again where
a fox trot a sock hop
Grooving it Jim but not wasting time
And you think your so much better than a yo-yo bereft of all reason
Guilty of musical
gay
Diggin holes like a mole punchin
In good scammin cards
Like a rare keep it all in a safe
Looking like yu-gi-oh
Grabbin all these cards
Got the nerds
I’m sorry George Floyd got killed, I kneel
But I don’t feel white guilt, that’s real
Had guns in my face a bunch, by cops
Had my face slammed off my
fuck wit George in Benjamin
Its Y U N G bitch i speak facts
This was a old track but we brung that bitch back
If the shoe fit nigga get the fuck up out
items in one bag, crush it up we'll make it fit in
Roll up a George, roll up a roll up a George
Back of the crib not the porch yea
Cashier go buy him
I wonder how it would be
If a woman made as much or even more than me
There's a thing called equality that's been lacking in this world
It is messed
time
Writin my life story in rhyme
But when i look at all the niggas
They hit with mad time
In proportion with the big king pins it dont fit
You could
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
Because half measured shows are all half ass
How did we ever end up this way'
And I fall numb in disarray
I'm cultivating my ignorance
Didn't we have
party dog, I'm like ughh
I'm just tryn fuck
Every mafucka in the way been fucked
Every mafucka in the game been butt
Burd running circles, y'all been duck
the Bullock Family Mass Choir sings it, it can go from 4 minutes to 10 minutes like a revival song.
Gather in your tools, your work is all done. Gather in your
yet?" In the flesh
No conversation, no intellect
The future generation of the children of the internet
Look
It's all changing, I'm seeing it now
bouta slide by
Lift up then we peel off
Translation that's a drive by
We from the bottom so that's all we know
Don't wanna drive it if it ain't a rolls
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