Lyrics:
to say
To say that he was murdered in the worst way
At a young age, with much of his life to gain
I'm prayin' for ya, I'm prayin' for the Sullivan's
I'm
like
Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second
Make dirt, day Heaven
I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder
Spray seven at your back
could start jus by a great school
They whitened all the history
Taught to us in grade school
Maybe I'm jus tripping but it's feeling like they made
robots
Who would have us all share their death.
History is simply a justification for oppression,
Written by those who practice it.
It is being
First is the heart
Gotta spread the love effect
Second is the mind, gotta feed 'em intellect
Third is the body
Gotta treat it with respect
'Cause you
today
Where we going the lord can't save you
So it's a blessing if ya mom still pray for you
They told us we would never be
Ugh
I'ma do this for my legacy
bout the whole third they called
Ya see, ya won't some nine seven Lincoln's
With boo-koo sound, you can hear us if ya comin' around
It's best ya get
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like
Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight
enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin' the triple six it's death bt the sword
I told satan
the damn cops)
Dem a call us, dem a call us
The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
Call me a dope man, 'cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
a threat, I don't know if we can beat him!
H-h-he's unstoppable!
Remarkable!
He's certainly no hero of mine though
He's a danger to us all!
Second, can ya
passin' dis bitch
Won't say that shit twice if you don't understand
You owe us some money we take out ya mans first
You owe us a favor we fuckin' ya bitch
I
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
mouths to feed,
So I compartmentalize and then my mental lies trying to convince me I'm okay
So us men tell lies to convince you of the same
Yeah, I dabble
to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by 3 degree /give me
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
seven zero days
To hear rumblings about this dude
First time y'all were together heard through a Venmo request
Trace the steps, figured out It'd been
It was four fifty for the zip though
Four fizzy by the hip close
U hear it guaranteed ya get low (wait)
A shot could knock down a hippo
I'm from
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
And first up is Professor Doppelganger
A man who needs no introduction here he is with
"The Key To The Mind"
By no means am I Einstein I didn't go to Ivy
Sripte and lemon baby I mash
Drunk as a skunk but the second one im on your fine ass
The first variation from the homie Vito
We grink the Hennesey
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