Lyrics:
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Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
to credibility
Hundred proof the vocal booth, a moonshine distillery
Jack you like Daniels, hourglass sand granules
Hand-to-hand combat, man killed by animal
understood that
I?m isolated in the Jones with a fifth of jack
I waged a war between good and evil up in my head
I am on the front lines with the furious
Nigga better recognize I made
A terrorized facts
The only weapon is my steel arms like jack
Hit you with the Holy Ghost
And change your faith
That make
we stay strong?
Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love
[Chorus]
My people, hold your head up
My people,
I'll have a Jack Black, make it double
Hope that drowns this trouble
I walked in last night and caught her
With one of them big deal billboard
belter
And I fucking love the acoustic
So fuck off with the drilly shite
And put that blade down kid, if you're not gonna use it
Top tier shit,
and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban link niggaz is the realest
Let my wallet walk, speak
love
You way to pretty to be by your self
Saying things to me you're not supposed to
Saying things like I'm your man
There's a problem? baby, let me hold
Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing
He could fiddle
can be so far apart,
That they never connect till our days reach their end.
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William sailed from England to Russia,
Desperate
the cush by the pounds
Nigga ankle blingin' baby wrist on freeze got
The pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeth nigga hot
Girl nigga loving the G
no love jones
I wonder where the love gone
Ill be better off anyway
Run away from me baby
Please don't play with me
Aint that much to say to you lately
one that you love to hate?
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you
Then I'll wack you with my snub trey-eight
It doesn't take much to make me
by any other name, smell just as sweet
Spit so hard, but I'm smart as the Bard
Come through with a Union Jack, full of yard
Akala, Akala, where for
run a hundred laps, you niggas taking break have fun with that
Straight drop keep coming back, got the digital scale doing jumping jacks
Tryna make
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
I won't say that I'm the only one who loves her
And I won't say I make her happy all the time
There's
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
Hah Hahahah...
From the dungeons of darkness
Comes God's Gift to Hip Hop
Representin' with the LP
We'll hit 'em hard and fast in a straight
Alan Dershowitz
Jack Posobiec from Guantanamo to office of naval intelligence
To rebel media by Ezra Levant a far right zionist
All connected on infowars
less traveled with me
I wanna be Jack and Diane
I want everyone to understand
Why I wanna be Brenda and Eddie and have it all ready
By the time I'm 25
I
was paralyzed/
Your head's so big and round your neck's collapsin' from the strain
You got a tangerine complexion, got water on the brain
With your
buddy
So I gotta "day and night" like Kid Cudi
Especially wanna love me
She wanna thug me
I can take your girl away from you
Boi trust me
But I ain't even
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