Lyrics:
the world with my goons
We're an invincible team
My hitters are mean
Killers and guerillas that scheme
Killing machines ready to die
By living the dream
Happy, free and poor
And we faked each others resumes
So we might get in the door
Headshots in the alleyway
With the lenses that we stole--
Borrowed
From
kinfolk)
In fifth grade, I had a S-curl
I was convinced the light skinned niggas could get the best girls
But I was somewhere between milk chocolate
it cos my name was still underground
I had to take down walls just to get out my sound
Now it's a couple severed arteries
Spitting poison on a beat
doing when you're not around?
I'm just at home by myself
Or out with them girls, but we both know that doesn't help me
No, no I'm ready to go
So much
at home by my smartphone
Remindin' and refreshin', is that how it goes?
We're here to stay no matter what we gonna do
As long the people always stay on my
I was king of the debating society
My mastery of oratory
has helped me to be
Prepared and ready
To serve the Nation
My experience was lacking
But
seen much dancing and singing and tears
I haven’t called a place home in years
So now I’m dying by living this way
Please take this guitar from me today
cre you ready for this?
Black cat scurries followed by disaster
Donald, do you think we'll get outta here?
Because it's getting dark and there's
dons
Money's what my minds on and nobody gave it to me, I had to go and find some
Yeah I had to drop a couple people out
They was getting comfortable
work
Saying "get up now, Paddy,
You're an ignorant sort
Far worse than a beast
You won't do what you're told"
Oh, they spat at my crucifix
Laughed at my
Livin', lovin'
Never get enough in
Always workin'
For another change
I'm rollin', flowin'
Dollars I be owin'
Got no pennies
To my lonely name
gonna fall off the roof like the flid rod hull
We want people to sing all our songs
And the nuns at saint Joseph's rappin' on smokin' bongs
We wanna be
(ohright govnah, you ready? c'mon then)
[Conscience aka Treefrog]
We can place the blame, but it stays the same
Remain in chains as we pray for
Gotta move my feet
Three o'clock on the dot
Get ready to go out
Hit a spot where it's hot
It's what it's all about
To the mall, with my girls
Gonna
Hey Prof, you got some weed bro?
Yeah, you said you was gonna have that fire
Ladies and gentleman, better, you ready for a real ride, better
Me
it's the Brown Crowd night
And everything will be alright
So get up, go out, and do the brown thing
Let's cruise, no need to gangbang
So get ready, dress
Millions off crack sales
Still trapping finding a way out
The summers hot so I'm ready
I brought the K out
I pray that I finally get what I'm worth
I pray
butt
Butt crust and scabs, even secretions too
There's a lot of weird people that
Live in the world we do
They jack off in they rides
While watchin'
I come up hard but now I'm cool
I didn't make it, playing by the rules
I come up hard, but now I'm fine
Checking trouble, moving down the line
I
Are you ready?
I came across the ocean on a subway line
Invited to a wedding party of some friends of mine
North, south, east even west
I knew
of the car
Get up! Get on it? there's million people down the streets
We're gonna raise this vibe up to the sky and he'll bring it back vibration's cut
See
Are you ready?
I came across the ocean on a subway line
Invited to a wedding party of some friends of mine
North, south, east even west
I knew
whatever it was, it was ready to land
So I didn't try to play no Superman
I began to walk, then I started to run
So I could drop the dime, dial 911
I said,
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