Lyrics:
relate to the bugs problem
Use to live with ants in my room whenever food was left
Roaches under my cat's food bowl, not sayin' this to be more like you
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
hate us
Never mind, dem full of shit like anus, uh
L's for London and Lagos
P's for Peckham and F's for famous
We the kids your mama warned you
proof that school is literally killing kids
Thats why I'm out learning techniques to spit the illest shit
Like what's the info for?
Cuz that's not what us
You were a ten, ten years ago
Am I right, who you calling?
Maybe New Orleans
Where your Mother lives with your brother's kids
Because he locked up cause
like, 'Ha ha
No' " I ask if she's referring to how
The Drake scene immediately
Follows the kitchen
Scene "yeah, that was important for us
To show in
house there was no sandbox to play in
And as one by one we graduated and moved out
I could swear it felt just like the sand was in my hands
All our lives
Lying in bed with our feet wrapped around each other
We're like twin sisters in the womb
I used to care about my dreams a lot
Now I love sleeping
pregnant, and the kids has AIDS
DJ Not Nice goes to space
Why those spacemen dress like gays?
#1, Shields Up Engage!
Captain, there's some sort of Asian!
pregnant, and the kids has AIDS
DJ Not Nice goes to space
Why those spacemen dress like gays?
#1, Shields Up Engage!
Captain, there's some sort of Asian!
With the black
In it, black hoodie, consciousness
And black fact
Yo, a young kid was shot, is the cry we heard
Like Emmett Till
It was tears and hearts
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Surrounded by demons
Been through a lot and I'm still lucid dreaming
With my toes in a box full of sand
But I could see they plotting on me
Cause I am what
shooting like Billups (Bow)
Fill you up like pitchers
They don't take pictures
For internet like vixens (Bow)
Live and die by the Glock
Bust at a opp
hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin
It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes
hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin
It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes
muthafucker who puts
It down for the dough
Get killed in front of your kids
God forbid if it happen
'Cause the shit I'm on now I'm
Taking pass on us rappin'
serve
Serve like tennis player on the Court
I'm staying outside the box
They all targeting the boy
DENISKGboy a boss
Since a kid I had a plan
Make money
always telling us
"You know, if you quit smoking now
Every cigarette takes three minutes off your life
If you quit now you can live an extra ten years
If
(God is with us)
Bird box, and we don't see no contenders
Yea yea
And just like that I'm back baby
Born in the 80's daddy tried to sell it but he got
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
and kill us
But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
To get revenge, and we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with henn, and still
what's good
I get live
In my pocket, see the wood
Don't lie to me
Get your money up
If you wanna sit with us
And if you wanna get with us
Don't lie to me
Hello, wherever you are
Are you dancing on the dance floor or drinking by the bar?
Tonight we do it big, and shine like stars
We don't give a fuck
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