Lyrics:
the sun
We screaming black lives matter with no peace in our manner
And we can't get along to climb our own ladder
What's sadder that we argue to the sun
gold, dashed and climbed in this van
To steal it and seen a man holding a 9 in his hand
Shot him from the bottom up
Stole his keys, put 'em inside
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
cm I insane? Hope I can change
Can't be a lead if you don't lead by example
I got the keys, I just need me a panel
Can't wait ‘til the fam seeing me
perfectly me, yeah
Carefully crafted by The Almighty
And Natty prefer die free than live life on my knees
This dream weh Babylon selling ain't appealing
Yo
You know the City been waiting on us right
Ha Haa
It's ThicknThin Baby
Yo Hasty
I'm hoping o ready
Ra ba tsena
Yo Black let's go let's go let's
huh)
Do It all no plan b (No plan b)
Do it all no plan b (No plan b)
Get the bag that’s a major key
Major key is when you got the bag
Black man with
five of all time with the live show
I walk up on the hands of people like a tight rope
And sold out key arena five times with my eyes closed
Whose
got love for me
Infatuated by the things that we do
I know i'm on ya mind just chill with me boo
So we can live nice
Ride nice
You the price of my life
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
off when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco
Memoirs of the gold chain
It's a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane
Black Versaces with the gold frame
stand together that's the key and
When we fight, we’ll stay planted and standing strong just like a tree
We gotta make em hear us and feel us by shouting
Whoever walk straight through the flames is not afraid
Never livin by sight, by my faith I'm not afraid
Intelligent black full of rage I'm not afraid
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
you! All lives can’t matter till black do
Hey queen, hey king
I see you! All lives can’t matter till black do
High key invaded our psyche but you know
go to street, cop two keys and a bird
So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown
Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys
heathens
Pleading, give the kids
Something to believe in
Let them know a young
Black male can succeed in
Today's society
Live in sobriety
Remember you ain't
a world where black lives Still
Don't matter, I'm way past thirty-nine
But I digress and rewind as I position my birth against and alongside several
the grilling of the sun
Motivated by the Visions on my ceiling
Designated by the killer of demons
It's right in front of me
I hold the lock and key
Thought you
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
gold like
Ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo
Yeah thats a fact
Shopping for them keys lets see how you react when
I got all that green and you can't take nothing
like liquid gold we always rise
All we need to do is rise, and we don't need
Someone to save our lives
Someone to save us
Someone to save our lives
Our
Pharrell's diamond-studded gold
Chain that sit's fat
As a tow rope at the edge
Of the mixing board ocean, dressed in
A gray Supreme hoodie, jeans
And black
don't leave
Bout time my sight creased
My eyes drop to the sleeve
Black room, still can't sleep
Run for the door, out of key
Locked in the same memory
I
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