Lyrics:
know no borders
For so long them folk tried to ignore us
When we at the ballot box, it's a vote for us
Peace to Stacey and the people of Georgia
Who
now you having a box, wait
Zipper over your head, dude's calling you crotch face
So ya'll could bump swag like us
But the next time rap's discussed
Add
to kids and teens and adults and senior citizens too
And I'd be willing to bet that it appeals to you, too
So if you're not into rap give us a chance
When midnight hits the music box inside
Repeats the song that tells you just how i have felt
Stars paint the night sky for us, telling a story for
the truth
And it starts with us
Ever since we were kids
We've been raised to be stuck
Born to worship the wrong things
And never know what's up
I'm not trying
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell
hassle for me to flip the tassel
Cause don't nobody do it like Brandon J and Keith P
Graduated from the box, box, no lunch time
Enjoying all my fruits now
To word it
So bluntly that evidence surface
I live my life in the sticks
If I quietly sit
Then I barely exist
I live my life for my kids
And Im not a fan
Therefore be imitators of God
And live in love
Just as Christ also loved us
And gave himself for us
A sacrificial and fragrant offering
To GOD
Look
scraping for pennies like the peasants be
Locked in the box, they too stupid to see past mentality
A tragedy, and honestly, they live past their identity
do my kids like Coco
What if I hate myself when I'm old
Cause I let my fears take over my goals
How will I live when I lose my flow and I can't write
on the beat)
I just wanna bop (I just wanna bop)
Got juice like box (got juice like box)
Got two on top (got two on top)
Got one in the chamber (yeah, yeah,
burned by the torch, no tiki
They only wanna see us fail please believe me
Just to dream had to look on TV
Some niggas look towards CD
Then get burned by
bothered by shouts
Don't call my city chiraq
If you never had tears
From the violence
Don't call creative shit wack
If you live in a box
And ain't tried it
this place they dug a grave for us
Sold us all a dream and let it blow like it was angel dust
How can all lives matters if a black life doesn't
How we
to the streets
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga
Magnavoxes amplify my super conscious
Shit providers
We'll call us straight civilizers
And truth suppliers for Gods, Earths
And 85ers y'all
Hold it down kid
but we're still back on that ass, kid
Mobbing Deep
Causing Havoc as a Prodigy
I'm epic like Odysseus's plot, it's not that odd to see
My birth wasn't
and socks off
By showing me that dollas in your drop-box
Me and all my friends, we don't buy bottles, we bring 'em
We take the drinks from the tables when
and socks off
By showing me that dollas in your drop-box
Me and all my friends, we don't buy bottles, we bring 'em
We take the drinks from the tables when
the flames
'Causin mayhem in this bitch
Like a regenerative degenerate, kid, who you think you messin' with?
Tick Tock on the clock, 'bouta let this bomb drop
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