Lyrics:
Hope to have a couple of mills for our children
And a new boat
Man, that shit would be dope
Hope to make there with my brother one day
Daneyl in
These rappers that don't show nothing
That mix a trending and no topic
To be trending topic
Now they all singing and drilling
Man, who gon stop it?
It's
of the urban
Inaccuracy is absurd man
Challenge me on my raps
You can see I'm wearing a turban
Tracks on my mind all day
Du-rag at night, no waves
Beat of my own
street exit
I pull up my truck, I'm stopping my soul
Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone
Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice
I'm
on a vine
Life was probably a lot tougher
But I wonder if that life, could ease my type of suffer
The suffering of my soul, the struggle of my spirit
I try
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
Errbody gangsta til it's time to do gangsta shit
We really by the sum of who we hangin with
Errbody tough but no one brave to get hurt
Errbody want
Envious, I'm in NV trying,
To win a Benjamin by,
Applying my wit to a round of
Cribbage again,
Crossing a few off the list and
Offending ten,
Your
Ataiyatu fawon to'n love wa hun
Fawon to'n love
I dey give my thanks to the soul
Evryday by day we dey go o
Steady grinding on a roll
Day by day on the road
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
ya better clear the way
I hit like a grown man
(So get with the program)
(Or ready to wreck the whole man
I get well like Hoodin (i) )
Absurd
I'm a demon soul, I can't let 'em take my soul, okay
She a sadity bitch, YoungBoy need a ratchet ho
Who gon' trip, gon' bounce that ass and make it
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
And without you by my side I defeat whole purpose
We ain't found love baby we just soul searching
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
drips and then you cop
Feeling worthless, like the word is
On the streets you let the world down
And it's hurting, but the truth is
That's absurd, man
Negro In Genocide, Going Against Society
Come in all varieties, observe as the wind blows
The next man's anger, leaving him eternally froze
When
baby, too bold, too bold
Ice ice baby, no soul, no soul
Last year we gassed ya up
Now herbals fill your pastures
Masters of movement and mayhem
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
This is a re-quest Mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
Dem Callin on the beat
AK
What's up, Wiggz?
I make shy folks mix
Turn around and hit the splits
Heard the sounds spit out my fist
Stirred aground,
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