Lyrics:
will he keep that
Speed no I switch that, rhyme until I get that
Understanding that you know we fly like a jet pack
And if try to hold us down you're
in replay, slow-mo, rollin for dolo
Crash shit like a 9-8 brand new whip
Flash shit like dice from diamond district
Cock biscuits, live
people try to call us filthy trash
Even though we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin' on the corner sellin'
love (Love)
I know you like it rough (Rough)
Baby bounce that pounce that
Ass on a nigga got us wiggling this couch back
A couple shots
Swig the numbers
How I keep from goin' under?
It's like a jungle outside
Sometimes I wonder how I keep from goin' under
We scream, "Black Lives Matter," but we
the circumference of your circumcision.
Chorus:
Live like your data, and when you're all set,
put it all together and whatever you get? It's New Math.
What's a bag
a breeze
Where I'm from check to check is a regular thing
4/5 of us all can attest to that theme
It's become a luxury to live below all your means
Some
angry
She tried beat us to death
For everything we did all summer long
But we was just kids
So much weight on our shoulders
So much pain that we hid
the lives of the kids y'all reach
It's niggas all across the world going through it, needing therapeutic music
So I've come to conclusions
Ignore all
his own people like in the dope game
And I better run out to a quarter
That little sam won't live to see tomorrow
And the government really don't gives
gets colder, without a scarf around your neck
feels like these borders have us land locked
and there are glass shards in the sand box
and every landmark
[Noreaga]
Yeah,
Why they don't get a nigga like me
To sing the national anthem or nothing?
It's nothin!
Nokio! (Flame, Nokio)
Nokio give us
up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got
and seek with my
Ambition
Three thirty on a mattress
That's where all of my doubts live
Flick of the switch and now my
Vision engulfed by the blackness
If I
frankly
Cause our community spirit's forever fancy
So I'll never miss my call-in
I went from chilling by the phone box to
Phone cases in the phone shops
I’m chased by paid dues
Played all them 5 Spots, live band or laptop
Plastic bucket, beat box, or D-Brown on the black top
Always no look, head-first
I’m chased by paid dues
Played all them 5 Spots, live band or laptop
Plastic bucket, beat box, or D-Brown on the black top
Always no look, head-first
Hotels, I'm chased by paid dues
Played all them 5 Spots, live band or laptop
Plastic bucket, beat box, or D-Brown on the black top
Always no look,
Yo
This song goes out
To all the homeless people
And to all the people who look down on the homeless
When they walk by and act like they don't even
I'm on parole and I ain't tryin to get fuckin' pickled
I call my gat acrobat, cause it'll fuckin' flip you
Stuff you in a box like some fuckin' tissue
there's more
A mixture to that vibe that is the core
To that door we holding back
Jawaiian in fact
Getting realer by the minute now I know you like that
up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac
Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock
Please put up a fight for the kids that watch
Us in the spotlight
of you
Or else you end up like hammer
Broke and in debt, or you live like a scammer
Making your songs like David banner
Send you to the rap slammer
I'm
tolerance keep peeking but
Doctors quit seeing us now we seek illegal buzz
My pharmacist is in the streets to fuel addictive tendency’s
By any means heal my
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