Lyrics:
you God's lovely creation, I mean it
Can't let no bitch to deceive you,
Real beauty mixing, what's in you
So, fuck a runway, a pageant, camera,
stand close
Before my partner up the Sig and leave you second-hand smoked
I'ma rain on ya, so let the weatherman know
In all the ghettos of America all
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
bass
I'm running with a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat hang
'cause you know what ICP's all about
Take a brick off the street
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
Nor any type of diss track
But neither respect
So expect
Nothing but a feedback
To what the hell you kick cat
So as I'm kicking this fat
You're never
to the Bible, route 66
Put on my favorite gospel music, that's a temple mix
Ain't nothing too hard for God, that's a simple fix
We be praying for the sick
the coppers
So you you want out of the ghetto
First the political prisoners must be let go
And you must let go of your power master
You'll never get out
the coppers
So you you want out of the ghetto
First the political prisoners must be let go
And you must let go of your power master
You'll never get out
as brightly lit a darkside
There is no light down here dude
That's the Babylon shining all
Up in your rear-view
You don't want them trigger happy
Suckas coming
really I'm grateful (Ella)
(Maybach Music)
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you
Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band
Just being honest, I just though that shit looked cool
Hold up, do you know who I am?
If i could go back and talk to the young me
I would say dang boy you kinda ugly
But never let people distract you from the goal
The one you want not
death'll hit you like a drive by
And to that stuff you acquired you gotta say "Bye, bye"
I ain't gon' lie, you might go down in history
But everything
tumbling down and ain't no way to get away
You ain't never gon' say you ain't hear it from Lecrae
If I die before I wake I pray to the Lord your soul He'll
through hell let's make it legal and all go get high
Na bro that is not what I be on bro
Don't you know what I be standing for
I can get high with no hydro
dream life on the beat I got blue dream up in my cloud
Been down
Oh your music getting sold now
Have you ever heard the dope sounds
Homie really you a pro
used as firewood
[Pre-Chorus]
YEAH!
[Chorus]
I was a child when I was angered by the beast
Ever since then my anger’s just increased
My anger has never
to before you listened
So in the following years of pain, although this may sound foolish
I'd wake up in tears, from dreams where he would listen to my music
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
Now it's just kind'a common to hear these people go off on me like I'm fuckin' Madana
But at least with my fans, I never let 'em down
Barely just where
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
the ground
On my own, yeah, on my own, yeah
Hi America, hey how ya doin?
Let me take a look around and see what you abusing
Hypocritic scumbags judge me for
does God like him playin his role in killin me though
Lock me up until I die maybe
But you can never tell
We might sharing a cell in hell
Cause, my last
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