Lyrics:
that they can only survive through your genocide
Strike 1
Strike 2
Strike 3
Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark
Strike 2, your hair is too
and radio and poster hype
Now that 3,000 people lost their jobs, I'm a see how your record do
But you're stuttering out your boo boo, can't give a decent
to be winning with the whole team
This is in the genes, we got it sewn up from the seams
I'll show you what it means By the gleam and the bling in
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
through life so I put it in a song
You tell me that I can't sing so I'm proving you wrong
Up till 3 A.M. each night but it never feels too long
Each night,
Enti ey3 adea as onipa you for really cherish
I work my ass everyday trynna see it flourish
Mama mad cos it's been 10 years since I saw the parish
Not
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
the fuck? Let’s ride and go make some headlines! Five dead in the ghetto zone. Whoop whoop! (Verse 4) Duck low, rode by, 3 times, triple checking
the beginning of Hell all my friendships fell
I had to focus on myself and make an album when I'm well
I found my best friend after three days lying dead on his
throws
Loyal to my bag, but I got them cheat codes
In my own state of mind, in my 2-3 zone
Cookin' up some heat, shit lookin like a kilo
Rollin' with
gonna blow like land mine
Album can't wait till I land mine
Nature Boyz drip drip with the damn spice
Bruddas gone legit so he's cutting off these gang
Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. Tc, and um, I'm guessing
That your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehaving
Um, it's gonna be three sessions,
Your boy is back with the word of the wise And the three wise men, and we don't follow stars.
Bitch, we makin' them, so write it and put acrown
I
BANG!
was my friend to the end
Chukie was a lucky so here's your end friend
I sets the show ain't brocoli and rice
the newer to the new not the old spice
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
contacted by an A and R
He sold me a dream and said that he would make me a star
Oh how naive I can be so let's see
Want to know why the album taking so long
a dish with three candle's melted into each other,
two razors, a small cassette recorder, three lighters,
ummm... three bottles of spices
I use when we
lesson
I could rap about for 3 hours, call that The Message
And XBS got nerdy glasses, look at those spectacles
Thats what you get for fuckin with the man
thick queen
Niggas hating, I'm just watchin' on the big screen
3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean
When 16 ain't enough, you know how sometimes you
leaves
Ready to come out whenever the cock crows three
I am back to retake moments I'll make better
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums
I can
that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month
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