Lyrics:
Grind like I grind and this grind gets tiring
Mummy said ‘you made your bed
Son you gotta lie in it’
Got me flying OT, A12 full speed
Big spliff peng
them haters in back of the line
They will get in due time
Knew it
Liking how we do it
Ain't from Texas but screw it
Little late but not truent
Tried
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
memorized the tracks to come
Sippin' on some Earl Grey, breathing in and out slow
Careful with his vocal cords like he's singing alto
There's a warmth in his
says it and he gets this crazy look in his eye
But I don't want to get involved; brother I'm just tryin' to get by
But oh he's so convincing, what
me?
Nope, that's the fourth time this week
Another fast brother shot dead in the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My moms goes
Pin your eye to the line
Never let the weeds get higher than the garden
Always keep a sapphire in your mind
Always keep a diamond in your mind
You
to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Choppity-chop goes the axe in the woods
You gotta meet me by
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
they put you in
When you lying stiff what happens to your consciousness
I wish I had a direct line wanna call my friends
If you know me you know the word
me?
Nope, that's the fourth time this week
Another fast brother shot dead in the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My moms goes
brother I love you death
what time to be alive it finally makes sense
6am downtown Vancouver
fucking someone mother
for us it’s just another
dick in her
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
with the black mac
Livin' like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if these haters actin' up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl
see I'm igniting bitch
Matter fact you don't see you be trying bitch
I ride on the light of the lions that lay right in between the lines, no linemen
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
was my brother til the end i never had luck with girls
You always stood right by my side even matched the referral
You were my partner in crime call us
talkin' bout war, what we gonna die for this time?
Last time our Afro-Americans went over there
on the front line in Vietnam, we died of a plastic
What
brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
to watch around your sunshine
Get jelly heres the punch line shit
Chorus-They say he doper then some crack
Neostar on the hat
Medusa buckle on the Khak
Earl
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
naive
Or even just the people around you could mislead you
Tryna be deceitful for their own agenda just to get in your position like they’re equal
Plus
brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Ok, JME Skepta big up Ribs, whats gwarning
Big up Reggie you dunknow
Soon coom home yeah
Yeah, thrown in the bin, thrown in the bin
Your CD get's
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