Lyrics:
and fight corruption
It's time to bust in and show who really run this
Take back our country and overthrow the government
From the artificial inflation
the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones
Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome
The new Don Trump is Bill Gates
Not because his occupation, it's
Chorus (hook)
Never had nobody
Just me at my crib
Working to be heard
By the world I never quit
Left my country
Many loses
Miss my family
some day
Made me feel like I had a chance
I’m a daughter of country
I struggled a lot
Had trouble paying my bills
I slept in my car and woke up in
like a 2 dollar bill, in the Stu with the hits going straight for the kill
Dropped one album and they all screaming more
Hop up in my bag, time to check
another album, it was crack
(you won't)
I can't stop, I won't stop (you won't)
I'm in the studio the day my album drop
Cause I'm tryna get the trophy, homie
farewell! (putting the bill on the chair)
Townspeople
That drum-roll expresses our country's glory
Rodolfo, COLLINE, SCHAUNARD, MARCELLO
And here, where he
doing bill's trick
Nat Love - they called him Deadwood Dick Won every rodeo game back in 1876
John Ware in Canada Black cowboy and a rancher. Calgary
mama's eyes
That old family album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies
Through all those years in prison she
We all have fallen from his grace
I'm glad He saved me
Live by grace through faith in Jesus
I looked up at my iPhone clock it read three three three
programmers around the country and I got the attention of one radio programmer. Charlie Cook based in Morgantown, West Virginia, who loved my album and loved me
what most people in this country
Really want us to focus on
Is what we can do for them
Tis obvious, job done
Moron on the home front
1971 – fraud global
Catwoman, like a stranger
Packed with speed, supersonic level Reed
Steelo jets and Bill Blass like rockets
In your pockets, damagin your brain
MPC Akai
Who I name William after 'cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck the industry, know we keepin' it real up in these streets
Came up in
This song was first released on the It's About Time Album. It is the only album it has been released on.
There's somethin' about the ocean rising up
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money, but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my
You know, money ain't what I need
A dollar bill can't give me kiss
When a little kiss is all I need
It can't take me for a ride in the country
a daughter in the third world country with a mentality of a first world country
I want to be the reason kids don't listen when they are told you cant achieve
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
standing around a lot of niggas being passive aggressive
Country on the way to another recession
The bell ring sit down class is in session
Let the teacher
but was keeping the biggest slice
Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a mink in, next album "Blood on Chef Apron"
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
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