Lyrics:
and overrated by
The people spreadin' rumors
Drunken privilege is the label
Jealous rappers try to give us what
We work for we got petty bitches, B-Sharp
We all
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
everything she needs
So we can live like those rich kids
The ones with the biggest house
We can live like those rich kids
Never will we do without
ones, want to spend lives and discriminate
I'm tryin to keep this positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, like Puffy won't stop
I'm
like this kid, aiyyo
We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs
Out the box, we outbox, get suplexed
Take notes nigga, best check
'Pac and Biggie are
Passe cause back home
We speak in terms of Mac Dre and Fat Tone
I'm from a city where
There's actually people
That are bothered by
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Under-boss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit
sin
Determining who can and can't live, that's a sin
Forcing those to cause death, they're living a sin
So, they keep treating Christ like a myth, but
guns for
So many kids lost they young lives
Just for them I felt my soul cry
It hurt when I look in these kids eyes
Nother day going by nother kid dies
when we fill up on the breadsticks (Bread bread bread)
We floating like we squids, yeah that’s just the way we live
We been goats since we were kids
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
Well my hair is falling out, and my lungs are caving in
I feel like I just stepped out of a Micro-Wave-Ov-En, Hey Hey
I’ve got them radiation blues
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit
Life is
spine and core tight
I ain't afraid to fight for what's right in this life were in
Kids seeking guidance from adults that are lost too
Conned by fake
deserve to live?
Or am I gonna burn in Hell
For all the things I did?
No time to dwell on that
'cause my brain reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your
too, though like
I didn't get to fully live
In the world where we were still mysterious
Like when we
Were cracking – when we were blowing up more
But not
I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets
tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit
Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid
It's either
out here with that Moosh & Twist, these other rappers just kids to us
So zip it up, I ain't talking 'bout it, 'less I live that
Big bitches on thin ice,
graveyard
Cause in my city it get hectic everyday
Kids hopping off the porch toting treys now
It seem like bodies always dropping by the day
Cause in dem
up, big upStick up, stick up, stick up kids (uh)
Still don't nothin' move but the money (you know these lives niggas straight strugglin')
Big up, big
fine
One day I'm tryna have a wife and kids
So I just can't live my life like this
And I ain't tryna learn what lifeless is
So I just can't live my
hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin', they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin' in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit
Too artsy for the hood kids
Too hood for the artsy kids
Too artsy for the hood kids
Too hood for the artsy kids
Have you ever felt like your boats
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