Lyrics:
brothers getting wealth (C'mon!)
Hateraid is bad for your health (C'mon)
Looking sad as fuck, I can tell (C'mon!)
Who are you kidding? Stay up out
Have 'em coming back for mo' girls
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various managers coming up talking
'bout they got me
But really they
(whoaaa)
I Barely Made it out alive but I made it out (yeah)
It was God on my side boi without a doubt (yea, I know)
I remember I was sleeping on my mamma
other fight for peace
verse 2: the inside is now out we locked down next martial law is coming to your town population controls landed on ground keep you
500 for this Coachella ticket
I'm bout sit back and run up the digits
I got the bread coming in by the minute
Double my cup just pour that shit in it
enduring baby
Most of my brothers they down
Most of my brothers start gifted but dem nah sell out
Hard to make pounds
My Gs for the muller ruler straight
left it alone
My step pops and my brother left out for the game
My dad sang me Happy Birthday, every year it's the same
"Come help your sister out bed,"
all my might
Nobody trusted by me more
I turn around hand you the knife
Cause you my baby, my brother
You my first friend in this life
It's kinda funny
couldn't make it, I'm a take it by myself
I'm awaiting a vacation
Three bricks going to Kurt, coming home from Las Vegas
On the phone with Joe, finishing
to the ground
Every bridge, every road, that we've found
We've no way home
I feel the pressure coming down on me
The only question,
Can there be harmony without
to the ground
Every bridge, every road, that we've found
We've no way home
I feel the pressure coming down on me
The only question,
Can there be harmony without
You know what im on its a party again
Them boys spooked so the in the house
That boy dead scared he aint coming out
But we down the street we gone wait
This a letter to my one beautiful mother
Knowing that I'm away just take of my brother
Praying that we gon make it, we gon make it out the struggle
won't by the time this track is done
Queen Latifah the sire, give em some, come
[Chorus: Queen Latifah]
Every time they coming at the dance, what
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou
moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
Men fuck how you feel
My brother just threw
Surrounded by the ghetto plus the fact that the brother's black
But Roger gets high -- grades on tests
He smokes -- brain cells to rest
But brothers jel on him
She got attacked by a pack of dogs
But she said, "It's okay
I got some wilderness skills beneath my belt"
She said she used to be a part
when they see me walking by
Beautiful women coming up saying hi
I know that I'm him
They say chances slim
But you can catch me floating way above the rim
Have a little drink
No, thank you, brother
Want to get rich?
Don't need it brother
Wanna fool around?
No, thank you sister
Ain't you heard
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
coming?
(Empire) can't you hear it calling?
Black man, trapped again
Hold his chain in his hand
Brother killing brother for the profit of another,
Game
coming?
(Empire) can't you hear it calling?
Black man, trapped again
Hold his chain in his hand
Brother killing brother for the profit of another,
Game
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