Lyrics:
I'm bacon, I'm the doctor, be the Patient, taking meds by the case
Name for you is basehead
Ignore all they faces
Their stare like mace is,
Huh, huh, huh
Money, drugs, and sex
All in my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood, yo, yo
What up little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only
Written by James Young
Lead Vocals by James Young
murolceS odrO suvoN sitpeoC tiunnA
What the devil's goin' on
Why don't your turn that music
couldn't live on the bone
Oh what a way, hey, today you gotta get your own
By any means, I mean I have to get the green
My sneakers used plus I was tired
brains blew by one of his accomplices
Add you to the list of his accomplishments
He came forward in the night, now we're mourning
Black fist up
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly, killers in
I got a lot of bags
Snaggin' all the jerseys, now I'm a jag
Hopped on my jet, now I got lag
You a kid in the field, always playin' tag
White boy, but
beating cowards in my weakest hour
C'mon champ the seasons ours
This chapter like the 19 Raptors, I'm Kawhi
The rapper turned factor I'm not gettin' by
Like I'm one punch man with Howard Stern hair
You wanna see my fucking show then everybody paying fairs
Everybody give me money cause know all the ladies
Golden Pharaoh
Not too much in the street cuz the road is narrow
And i hit all my targets like bow and arrows
You'll get jacked like sparrow
By my
don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't stop
This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you
By adrenaline
a teen
Now he doing life, just for tryna eat mane that ain't right
Money tight, but he learned his lesson let him come outside
Political ties get you
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South
to deal with the trauma
What goes around, comes around and that's Karma
And by you I mean white colonizers
I think the system could use some revisers
Know
met the plug in a small town by Mexico
You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analyst
Scorin' like a pink, diamond cup full of amethyst
You
ain't never lacking
So if you approaching me yo death is what u asking
Hard nights
I had long nights
Counting money all night
I know some niggas in
of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
by the bishop's knee,
"Five hundred white stots I'll give you if you give Hughie Graeme to me."
"Hold your tongue, my noble lord, and as of your
couldn't be readin' out the same book
'Cause you'se a crook an' I'm a brother
King James had sex with his mother
Is that yo' edition? Is that your
flippers
Unzip the pants to get this Snicker
Going harder than Harden
Perform one day Square Garden
You bench warm, man I'm starting
If you ball out then I'm
what you love by where you put your energy
What’s your identity apart from white supremacy
Do you love yourself or do you envy of your enemy
Let me
Rent for the crib
Daycare money
The shit
Pampered by
My women
I couldn't live
Any different
But trust it's
Reciprocal like
An Uno board
When you
As political prisoners You put them in a song too
Assata, Newton, Luther
Just to name a few
True but I don't know where to begin
If I go down that rabbit hole
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