Lyrics:
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
the people want is real
Guess that's why Logic appeal
All the power in the world, hold that, tell me how it feel
Racism on television and in magazines
with cash
This is the time to repo
All our countries endowments from people
Who feel they more entitled than we do
This is evil shit is evil
Tell me
brother's keeper for life
Brother's keeper till I die
So
Cover Amari if I go too early
Teach him how to hoop and make sure he's certi
Make sure he's got my
Vices
The country's turn to a crisis
The things we outchea doing are seldom or never righteous
An era where loyalty's determined by wealth they price
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
the country's ran, don't you know, and, erm... that's pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. The government... the American government - they're sneaky,
of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
B-Real, light another
I'm smoked out, did I menthol cigarette?
How could you figure, or even,
of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
B-Real, light another
I'm smoked out, did I menthol cigarette?
How could you figure, or even,
I try
It ain't nothing to make a beat and write a rap to get by
Then again I feel emotions I'm compelled to go hide
It ain't nothing to grab the heat
dey para
For my own country i say no yawa
Even my pikin for house
Don dey shout up nepa
Yee
If i start to dey yarn matter
All my people dem go say
I don
the block and feel safe for once
Give me a country that got taste for once
Look, check
Black love, black power to my brothers and sisters
It's been a long
she save me
Ignore where the chains be Pretend nothings changed me
Insane how it strains me
Am I my Brothers keeper
Like the pages in the bible but
tryna spend)
Got a blueberry farm by the crate, by the box
If I feel like going fishing then my lake fully stocked (talk to 'em)
Private chef, I just
that
We chasing this cheddar together
If you my brother I got you
If you my brother this ain't new
They really like how I'm stepping
30 shots I ain't
awareness and make people realize what's really going on in this country
There are a lot of things that are going on that are unjust, people aren't being held
Ion even really know how to feel. Is that my fault?
If I have the freedom to feel then what else do I need?
Hop the fuck off
Uh
Aha ha
In the summer,
Mother Russia's come to crush ya
Lay down your arms wont come to harms
Return to your families
Were fighting for you our brothers
Like how the west
away from the things I feel
Brother, don't you walk away
Even here and now as I lie awake
Brother, don't you walk away
Tell me how much
feel inside, straight down to my core
I may not know how to farm some land or where the ya'll
should be, But I sure feel country
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
him)
Maybe he ain't crazy and that's really how he feel
Lately he keep takin' shots at Diddy and Meek Mill
No more Yeezys, no more Balenciaga deal
Out the country so much they like, "Easy, gringo"
Straight off the two-track, don't need a single
Travelled abroad for my catalog
With all this
Brother brother brother
Won’t you come home
I’ve been waiting all night
And I’m feeling low
Call back when you hear the tone
I’m troubled by
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