Lyrics:
inferior
They’re coming to my country, I will never pose a threat to them, I hate xenophobia
What if tomorrow you’re leaving this place for other places?
How
than Richie, quickly
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me, dress my
Body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High
will not avail you
This battlefield will be your grave
The bane of Gath whose sword wrought terror in our hearts
For God and country we will slay
One
of childhood haunts me
Walk the roads my forefathers walked
Climb the trees my forefathers hung from
Ask those trees for all their wisdom
They tell me my ears
understand your plan.
Now I see the importance of history
Why my people be in the mess that they be
Many journeys to freedom made in vain
By brothers
thing, don't take me for the kill
Slow, slow, slower by the minute
Shrooms all in my dorm room, feelin' too addicted
Wanna sip that drink, but feel like
A horror story
Okay we stole you from your mother and we beat you red and bloody
And we made you build a country and we never gave you nothing
But
begging for iPhone
Hm
Change lay your plan there to part two
Whole day you broke and you broken I calling you cartoon
Back in my country everything la joke
truth
When pressed for facts he win with fake news witch hunt lib abuse
My jefe is all in
All costs to win win win
How country first help him is pure
for my lost light
Feeling alright
Feelings burning all night
Maybe these are my flames
My light
An endless fight
Tell me I'm right
Creeping through
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
but I don't make sense
Cause one day it's put the knives down
Or put the peace signs up
The next day I'm at your home instead
All for my pride
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
Working hard is the way to go
If we wanna get to Cocomo
I guess the day will come
For me and you
I've got my tools, you've got your mind
We build
and the girl acted scary
I heard she was freakin' for my homeboy Jerry
Took her to the house and I popped that cherry
Young and tender, sweet Denise
Get her
you know
See we're rockin' in your area rock beneath your balcony
My baby just cares for me well that's funny
Her touch tickles especially on my
on your lips
Clapping but praying I slip
Wishes of sinking my Ship
Fuck is you hating me for
Devil outside
Go get your view from the six
Pardon I'm
together
Speeding away
On the wind to a new day
And if you're alone
I'll come home
And I pause for a while
By a country stile
And listen
Welcome to da mixtape.
This how it was in my days, mixtape days
FTS shit, Falling Toward Success Shit
yea
It's so easy to lose your composure
When
to the Watchman, for he will sing of yesterdays
doom , built like a ship from room to room ,
from country to country in your hands there was ruin.
Chorus,
Your
that'll kill a sister for reporting a mister
Who had no right to violate her resistance, I beg my pardon
To a system that perpetually fails to acknowledge
Georgie-Porgie, all night long
How was I to know what I was in for
I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George
By, by, by, by George
We bought
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
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