Lyrics:
still appeal
When my money was looking funny no reference to key and peele
Only speaking the real on the chase for this chicken
Try to take my extra
Yeah, wah gwan brudda?
Time to hustle for the money, give a change to your mother
Change them sheets, you got stains on the cover
Better look
with some
VS somethings I can live with, stop fronting
And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised
No disrespect to you, make sure you word is
you feel what I feel when you think of me
I've kept this love under lock & key
I know this might seem strange
For you to hear from me this way
But
Just waiting for my chance to appear
Is there anybody here that can lend me an ear
How long can I reside here
In this hole that lives inside me
Doors
outta zip lock
Pulling strings wit no guitar
Floating looking at stars
Big dreams quick shemes
By any means
Mixed in we off scene
All black didn't speak
rowdy
And where you from is how you come
Where you be or you're at
Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black from
Long Beach
this now its too late
Young Khalil already came
And Memorized the game
Restocked that shit like pens been runnin outta ink
You poppin pills for
looking for the keys, then you better check the pockets
Catch
I'll be checking pockets all right
As soon as it gets dark and all night
I'ma get my money
the colts
I got hella swimming trunks like I live on a boat
I can tell they want attention by they post
They probably hurt ya if u let them get too close
I
an unarmed black teenager
Was shot down by a white neighborhood watchmen who claimed self defense"
"I just want justice to be served for him"
"Black lives
mad
Please don't be mad, uplifting all black women on this track
Leave him girl if he love you he come back
Baby just focus on getting that bag
Sitting
o compatriots, time for chasing the bag
You don't need a green light, homie quit wasting your chance
Time e no fit wait for you so you still waiting?
I say my lil mama hate me
But my real mama love me
I'm always after my bag
Cuz I was born in the Duffey
Used to live by the swamp
Now these niggas
couldn’t stop laughing
Now, he’s been stolen away by the winds of yesterday
You never know when you live your last day
And if I could I wouldn’t want to
You
The power of God's in you, show n prove
True, the time has come through
Chosen few, must show and prove
I once asked God to forgive for my sins
Bent
wait for the appeal
And this is for the ones that don’t think black lives matter for real
Black bow ties
We ain’t wearing no ties
Stick together only way
the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
[RZA]
With your high pitched face like eye liner
If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder
You can't
of weed
Landin' on land that's overseas
In them S.U.V.'s and we polly for more g's
Who that sphinx in a mint jump suit, don't make me fling you
My two
and black box, am I a mime
I took things for granted too many times
Getting killed in my dreams
By the ones closest to me
No real pain but it was hurtful
Welcome home said the hot moonlight
We were born and raised in black and white
One lives to pray, one prays for life
We were born and raised in black
change as my man Crumbs would say
Gotta live for today, not tomorrow I borrow
A multitude of greenbacks
Trying to stay on track, whoops
I took a fall,
out
So they try to sell you anything listen son
Never sell crack for fun i was hungry
A nigga sold crack for funds
Had to get my weight up enemies,
I am ready for new lands, a new life to live now for us all
I want another land, just take me by the hand
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