Lyrics:
then shit on ya neighbours
Ya'll romanticize celebrity, put em on Home Screen
But if you holding down the icons, that shit could get shaky
While
help, this culture is only motivated by the distraction of wealth
Not by community, not by progress, not by health
Our social fabric, a cheap plastic
Put him in check, correct, with my egg-gun
The egg, a symbol of life
I go inside your house and bust out your wife
I pulled out the jammy, he thought
Put him in check, correct, with my egg-gun
The egg, a symbol of life
I go inside your house and bust out your wife
I pulled out the jammy, he thought
fool
By now know you should
Blumberg is the place
Where we make that dough
Got the show
Iszzy bring the animals
Try to hate on the squad
And it's
Frustration and depression breaks me down
Descending like they wanted on the ground
The further our journey the less you care
That's why you laugh
Me I just mind my own just staying out da loop
Speedin down 264 in dat space coupe
Bad bitch by my side making plays too
Tellin youngins if I can get
Now let me tell a story that's all about how
I keep letting everything turn upside down
Knocked back like that but I come back round
And I'd like
And give words of hope to you like
You can find your way
Don't let the world bring you down
It'll be ok
Fight for a brighter day
They cannot break you now
knows
You got caught, between the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring your Moses
Forget what fun-what time Moses
And someone goin' down and it
with a gang
I'd rather shoot it out, by God, than let 'em see me hang
Bullet in my shoulder,
Blood runnin' down my vest,
Twenty in the posse,
niggard
(Put down that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let that 40 ride)
Don't want to see you wit no
you're tripping down the path that you were led
When your ass has been slapped by too many doors
And you think of all the good things you can't afford
won't feel hurt
Until our times passed
Don't say
Don't say anything
Just give praise to the most high
Put the gun to my head and I won't die
Put our kids
with the clippers
We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound
Penitentiary bound, to remind you
Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click
("YEAH"), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop
I'm all good, as I telephone my hood
At first I was shook, tried to play by the book
But
the walking dead
Having conversations with zombie’s That's necromancy
These denominations is hospice call The ambulances
Pick a grave by the stage give a weak
moonshine
Talking to sparse
Us man already seen them bars
Chained to the dogs
Just like reservoir
Yeah you know
All the mans repertoire
Put down the skens
advance
Cruising down like the man
Stacking bands in a bag
I do all that I
I do all that I can
I need my shit on top of the plate
Got it right out
blessed by his words and power,
He is the roots of my knowledge and culture,
Haile I selassie I make me feel stronger,
The conquering lion of the tribe
of bounds
I just put on for the culture
My hitters will smoke ya
Stay in yo lane like a chauffeur
I'll get you stretched like yoga
Got the strap over my my
the culture now a suicidal mission yea i love it but who wants to die behind some lyrics
Thas how they clip our wings but keep a grounded spirit control your
Do you know how it feels to be Behind bars
Do you know how it feels to be Left in da dark
I am not going back
Put me in ah bodybag
I am not going
were down to ride
I could just tell by the look in ya eyes
I was so hurt I was caught by surprise
Don't go in deep and im telling you why
You gotta be
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