Lyrics:
niggas all in all black?”
Cause you know my team win
I roll a opp up then give it to slim
He boutta smoke that bitch down to the clip
We walk in
want to play in a rock n roll circus I want to feel for once like I deserve this
I’ve been down the heartworn highway I’m gonna make it, gonna be
The rock n roll hall of fame mind frame rhyme scheme
Man of war, I don't chase trends, I make times change
Rakaa's Jedi High counsel rare honorary pharaoh
He's got my
Back tonight you know what I'm sayin' yo'
Trik I ain't play'n it's easy to roll
With this than to roll with that
With no delay and see
the ghetto and watch it blossom
Under so much pressure, sharpen souls like a diamond
Rock 'n' roll, rhythm and blues, creat a flow from rhyming
Pioneers
get god
You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on
The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up
New Balance kicks and hyped up
Why you
freedom taught them how to bounce
Rolling with S.L.N but I like to rock with Trap House (ahn)
With a cry for a feature homie you can put me on
T.H.G shout
Rock 'n Roll
I used to place all my hopes in
The fallacy of one narrative arc
Turns out you don't need to be immersed in misery
Just to make good art
I
and roll in that dough
So fuck you boy I'm real as truth and so I know we'll smoke
[DJ Paul]
That aint my dog, that's just a nigga that just be tryna play
arm pits
Loud
On some alarm shit
The right one to put your stock in
Performance Houston how I rock it
Stages
Life keep turning them pages
Got to make
on
It's the P.O.D. on the mic rockin' the set
In case you didn't know Payable On Death
Making suckers drop, kick'n non stop
The hard rock'n thrash, with
thot
Sippin' jack on the rocks
Mixin' soda wit ciroc
N' nothin older then my knots
I only told her that she hot
Now she wetter' then a mop
Imma make it
into cash flow
Might spend some money on me on that note
And they judge by my colour so i'm in black clothes
Man are dying over jewels i still want
on them
Off white turn red
Got their friend but the rest done fled
No way can I move like them
Roll him in rizz let hit my chest
No remorse it won't cross
on lessons experience, once taught
Continuly proceed by any means see fit
This has been a brief reflection of how I lived
*Chorus*
*Verse 3*
(Feleti)
Allow
Norma Jean, Prom Queen, Every time I Die
They say woah, that's kinda bold for a Black dude
Actin' like rock 'n' roll didn't come from Black tunes
Used
buisness
Yo I'm hype pass me the motherfuckin' mic
Rock ya like Robbin', I Clock ya like Spike
Lee, S-T-R-A-N-G-L-E cooler then ?
That's what bitches
You ever think I'm slippin', watch me rock out with that tool
Family prayin' that I win, so I can't slip up, I can't lose
So I'ma make sure that we up
able to top on "My Name Is"
And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation
To cop me rotation at rock-n-roll stations
And I just do not got the patience
of sweet youth our
Days of heaven were spent
Giving that heaven away
Giving that heaven away
Rock 'n' Roll, and freeing your soul, and
Giving that heaven
proud
Picture pages full of critters
Knew I could learn em all cause I could never pull a quitter
Grew up loud
Manifestos and scrolls
Know our history
your time watching days go by
Sunk so low I lost my soul
I wound up playing rock n roll
don't waste my time watching days go by
Still the days go by
Work like I got rent and low pay by the hour
Stack just like I'm broke and I'm fiendin for power
Hold on to life, cause I'm on edge and know Sh*t
rocks and
Get knocked by undercover narcs in
The park after dark oil dripping
Tire spinning free will showing
That crime sells
Doing big deals with krills
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