Lyrics:
fiends and greedy neighbors
Extra charcoal, mad bitches by the car load
Kegs the Bud, Heineken case and jars of dro
Then it happened, the spatula dropped
or your car
I'll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I'll shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
supernova just this once
Usually hit bunts i'm due for some home runs
Cuz i pimp hits, say baby sip this
Vip it for free, cool like the sickest kids
Poppin
more good times than JJ had
Judging by the look in your eyes, you see it
Let no man sever, welcome to forever
[Chorus: x3]
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
like we own the joint
Didn't give a fuck who was around
We were just too reckless
When we rolled by and the car alarms would sound
Savage
Then dodge
know T.T.G.
My niggas trained to go
Pull up on us posted up by the store 250 come and cop you a O
Let me gone and set the record straight
These niggas
you roguish
They hate me and shit I know it
Fugazy these niggas bogus
Aint many real niggas left and half Major Paper soldiers
Look imma forever be me
I heard it all
The kid is
Making wonders
Now I hope he flop
Allergic to
This pork
And any pig
Like I dont talk to cops
Separate visions
You
shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't know how I survived
They took turns -
One would beat me while the other one was
the sickest son of a
Bitches that you will find
Darker than the vision of blind's
One hack can make the skull divide
Like a faulty math tutor getting paid by
got loose ends meaning USB tracks but that's inspired by Drake
My man said sit down boy, you too young
I called the cops on him cause he said I’m too
Punk, bitch
He's 1-inch small, but he want to talk tall
Trying to fight the law, escorted by a cop car
Love to run your mouth, till I give you
Jimbo, boy, you're a croc of shit,
You're a boozed, selfish thug;
Why don't you give your mouth a go
And in the other hole put a plug?
By Christ
all kids vacate
Testy to press me like a can of spray paint
Cause by the time a policeman appears
They'll be cuttin down the bodies I hang like
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
you may lack direction,
I've got a good heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure don’t need a map for reference I’m a man of legends,
I’ll last forever
Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop
Walking towards the car, here come the damn cops
Now I'm station bound for the Thai sticks
I bought it for my
drops, had to cop a warehouse
Thirty cars in that motherfucker, doors open, they spread out
Put a pool table in the middle of that motherfucker like
My skin is
Black
My kids is
Black
My car is
Black
My fam is
Black
My style is
Black
All I know is black I was born like that
Uh
Don't judge a book by
in his back
Doll goes flying, Jamal sees it’s face crack
Two broken black faces starin’ ‘cross the asphalt
In the red white and blue cop car lights
went off, my knees were sore
Security woulda been any second so we fled North
Like runaway slaves to the parkin lot
Got in the car, turned the key, but
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