Lyrics:
the Glock they too scared to box
Too scared to box like Im kangaroo Jack
I got the box I fit it in my bag
Custom wear socks I ain't buy it in cash
I got
Whore's I'm with got junk and it show
Fourth time spin the block but I sit low
Lord I've sinned but I wanna get doe
Farm boy fuck is knowing bout gang shit
Let's Make It
White, Blue, Green
Green. Green. Green
Uh
Ain't seen you around. Where you been at?
Stacking that dough, tryna get back
I'm almost
Heaven means to me
1968 in Lebanon Tennessee
Now its 2021 and times flying by
And I'm starting to feel old
Pap and Grandma have both passed on
And the farm
after cartoons, we're headed for the Horn Springs pool
when I get in that water I ain't coming out, I'm gonna stay until my lips turn blue
Then we'll stop
of yarn
cnd the great blue whale, void of feather and scale
With boxes of business cards in wax to no avail
The stars set around us in a white sequin gown
for the racist, bigoted foundation
The blue for your aryan eyes-- all empty
Empty because you're taught how to bow down to the man
"Fly that flag, that
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me
BLUE
We ain’t hailing to a faker
You claim your victors
Til the Spartans come n play ya
Go Green
Go White
And Spartys
'cause every time I walked by he turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop
All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop
It's
hustle like I got a baby by my side
My money multiplied
The music amplified
The Bible by my side
The white outside brown inside
Making money till I get
they all die
And get eatin by flies with 72 eyes
Oil stain lunges at heavenly blue skies
Got the devil like outright mad
Like dag like a mac
Gonna pillow
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
and I bring booze
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful,
And the silver blue sailing birds
Fly with the sun on their wings
Secret Gardens of the heart
Where dreams live on forever
I see you shining through
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue
Pantone blue, when I'm with you
Off-white lies, black snake eyes
Tried so hard to make you a believer
To see you a little clearer
'Cause you
but my days! Must I shock her.
Diagnosis, paralysis, lo, I became a doctor
She cut me off mid-sentence like I'm rapture
Getting white-maled by a black
kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
the mail
Half black is the new black can't you tell?
It was blue black like Wesley Snipes in new jack
Now you got to have a white mama just to do that
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
bars are what they dread
Blue bottom kicks turn em red (Blood)
If you talk against the gang boy you boutta end up dead
J-Bone pulled up for some bars
another day in the sky
Let's fly so high with the bleeding eyes
I'll drop by supplied with a fresh pipe
Start every day with a bowl
Float outside and watch
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