Lyrics:
the have-lots robbed from
The don't haves
Where the caps lock's lost in the phone tap
Emojis minus emotion and vocab
Seven years passed
Let me parse you for part
toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
talking FYB
I ain't a demon to you niggas but be scared of me
bitch I don't drop the T's, I'm throwing up the seven
And if you think about my bitch, I'll
action depicts vanity insanity
Instead of spreading love we spreading hate
There's no unity amongst humanity all I see is hypocrisy
We don't practice what
have to realize no one gives a fuck about you
We are all a dime a dozen.
Just a pestilential?.. (prison of flesh.)
Don’t want no baby bitch
All
You're free to give my man, but I don't need a disk
With a grip of tracks, it's really nothing for me to skip
We the creed of a better breed and you'll
To traverse Antarctica on sled
Twenty-seven brave men
Came to Ernest's dank den
Hoping they wouldn't end up dead
Three life boats logged
And seventy sled dogs
Like
I met my girl when I was 18 years old
And she was just turning 23
I really love her from my heart
And even though I don't deserve it fam I
they've underwent
I went AWOL like what my back was up against
Don't tell me 'bout struggle, bitch, I lived it
I was five or six the first time I got my
these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had
hold a grudge to the death
Come by myself, I don't need nobody help
I blaze you up like I'm Seth
Shoot 'til it emp', I shoot a hundred like Wilt
You
made a monster
Now everyday's a game of Contra, I got 99 men
An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
This is my dream, don't fuck
that's from the trenches, I told him, trace his dreams
You gotta get up and go get it if you want it by any means
They like Seven This , seven that, it's
either
A fucking sin or too illegal
Play this shit at church
I graduated without honors or fucking father
He died (I'm so sorry), no bitch, don't
rapes and drug deals
9 times out of 10 their own color they're killin
Pullin his piece on seven year old children
Gimme a break, these types need coffins
my bitch a Birkin bag
Whats it gonna take
For me to get some love round here
24/7 every day of the year
I've been working nigga
And I had to make it
the dead lines with embalming fluid, aye!
I hope you feel the vibe I'm on (Yeah)
Cause I'm about to soar and take the world by storm (Hello)
Bebelino is
The bitch need a facelift, for this race myth
And now for you to pull a caper, kidnap rape her
The penalty is DEATH
Cause we ain't forgave or forgot
blacks
to spank me (mama)
My youngster shot somebody up, guess they made him angry
Two dead men right by the garbage, guess we done left 'em stankin' (yeah)
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
don't know, I'm on the down low
Some get mad cause they can't understand
That I'm 23 years old, I'm in command
I'm down with DITC, that's "Diggin' in
don't know, I'm on the down low
Some get mad cause they can't understand
That I'm 23 years old, I'm in command
I'm down with DITC, that's "Diggin' in
polluted everything, and now the third world's gone
The waters poisoned where I'm from the third world son
Seven hundred children die by the end 'this song
you hard facts
You feel like you need to call in, life's giving you hard facts
Remember 73% of suicides are male
Bledren, imagine year 7, you don't
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