Lyrics:
To increase my ends, enemies gettin' dropped
Win or lose, red or blue
We must all stay true play the game, nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame,
ain't, but most is hood rats
That looking for that buck
Them trash cans lay in the street
Ghetto technique for drive bys
For the low them 5 dollas will get
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
Based on a true story
This is MY blue story
Chess Not Checkers
I said they used to call me Tyrant, now I'm Ty Karmz
I was really raised during Ghetto
i've been influenced
By Eminem, Roger Waters, and Chance the rapper
Mick Jenkins the goat to me, Los he is the master
I lose hope when I'm on the gram
y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit?
(Y'all niggaz out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue)
y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be
screamin' rest In peace to your mans
But you ain't step by him
Walk him down, I just helped you out
Now you can rest by him
Sold a nigga five thousand blues
lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't have it
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
(It's Leaf on the beat)
What you doin'? (What you doin'?)
Gettin' money (Gettin' money) pink fifties
(Pink fifties)
Blue hundreds (Blue hundreds)
in here we in here
Don't fall for the ghetto lullaby keep it real or die tonight or your life might go by, bye
Don't fall for the ghetto lullaby keep
the nigga stuck down the raw
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
CMB, 10 a ki' , wodie ain't nothing changed
But I still got my ghetto stripes
Red, blue and yellow ice
That's all I rock, fuck the cops
They want me in
Another nigga sings the blues
Bailin' up outta the fo' with the black on the black
And the niggas be creepin', we rollin' with the Mack 10
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
When the cat
Starts a new day
Singing songs
To a Blue Jay
Drinking tea
In a garden by the street
Infused with daises on a tree
Both are hiding in
y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit?
(Y'all niggaz out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue)
y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be
know you motherfuckers can relate
It's written down in ghetto law and taught by this ghetto church
That's why my hollow keeps me strapped, cause
On the porch, on the porch
Smokin' reefa
Hm yeah
I woke up early Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from blues
Hurl
nothin but blue strips we countin c notes
These fuck niggas dont know shit about b roll
I deal with the pain by kissing on good mary jane
Yea im gone in
got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor
got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor
runnin', but I wish the first one was coming in faster
They us trapped in this ghetto forever my nigga
Why?
'Cause this shits a pattern
I got with evil,
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