Lyrics:
I ride
I just put a six inside my Sprite now I feel crucified
That boy claim he hate me, hear my music, he know every rhyme
Hit it from the back,
in the neigborhood is gangsters
and pimps bloods n crips i thought you knew
bonafide west coast niggaz always true.
we bonafide true and we claim
Can't send more condolences than soldiers
Shit my brother blood still on the fence right by Crotona
Can't be on the fence
And claim we friends, that
keep my record (CLEAN)
Blood on my hands watch your blood keep me (CLEAN)
Ain't serve a sentence I just peeped Word
Says you stuck with protecting me
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
persons are paid, just tortured and slain by right wingers
It's not morbid or vain to force disorder on the order on the order they claim
I fight evil
No one comes before family said
The same blood (Scattered under the light)
Left me
Trapped by the sirens
Sunrise
Marched onto decks... the new 9 to 5
Can't wait to bless gang wit few bands
Can't wait till we ducking them fans
Tryn make it as fast as I can
Outside and I'm stepping by my dolo
Lil baby she
When history books are full of shit
I become the anarchist, I'm pissed at this
What this country claims to be
It's a lie, no place for me, I bleed
When history books are full of shit
I become the anarchist, I'm pissed at this
What this country claims to be
It's a lie, no place for me, I bleed
the anarchist, I'm pissed at this
What this country claims to be
It's a lie, no place for me, I bleed
Won't somebody testify? Kick a hole right in the sky
To not to lift the curtain
And to thy son's disgrace
Disparaged by thy peasants"
This is what I've become
A face of Momos' aspersions
"So bend the knee,
the fear
A growing fire in Perceval's eyes
Drawn by the powers from the skies
One holy bound, hooves press the ground
Her fetters frayed, she's running
class, first ballot hall-of-famer,
Some rappers claim that they got a heart full of anger,
How when your lyrics weren't written by a stranger,
Fool I
They ask in my hood tell me what you claim
Head is on a swivel if you know the game
I lost a couple homies in the exit lane
Black chucks and they
went insane like Jones too just by proxy listening to this bullshit
So badly did I want populism in Trump to be real
The movement was real it was
So many years I cried ‘cause my soul denied
That He would save a wretch like me
So full of gloom and dread that I hung my head
I wouldn't claim
what land gave to you
The mountain claims its snow
The sky claims its prayer
The mother claims her child
And the land claims its blood
Hlìn of mercy
to fiends
Barely fifteens
So you can have another option and rip off your dreams
Tell me..
How you gonna wash the blood from your hands?
You claim you're
chasin this dream
No wu tang I came to get that cream
Came to make that dough by any means
Now name a another motha fucka that be better than me
I'm in
a land mine
Raising up the stakes I bet on
Me cuz I'm the last kind
Million dollar claims but I just
Treat them like a pass time
If you say one thing you
Blinded by hate brought by the fall
As I swear death to all
You will feel my vengeance
As I claim your mortal soul
I will punish and destroy
how I live
Blood out in the streets been hustling hard for years
Showing love get you killed
Everybody claim they love you till you tell em no
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