Lyrics:
(talking)
This that boy Sinner Tone, better known to y'all
And essay is cocked strong, giving you something
To ride and get high to, I'm chilling in
your host Money motherfuckin' Mike
Right outside ICEE Records right here in Chicago
These niggaz is pimpin' at 18 and I'm here to tell you
I'm an eye
now
Berkeley boys, I'm back now
From Marin city to Sac town
Oakland and back down frisco to Richmond
San Jose to Vallejo
And Pittsburg to Fairfield
East
why I'm overlooked
R.I.P. to my lil bro
Shot in the head he didn't even know
Me and him together were The R.E.B.E.L.Z
Until the day I go the world gon
trick my dad had played since I was four
He stands outside my bedroom yelling: "Ho! Ho! Ho!" because
He knows I don't believe in Santa Claus, no way
I
I wanna ascend and claim my worth
I don't want to be in the matrix anymore
I'm tryna gain my superpowers and gain what's mines
Walking on this path
grab a cuppa and stick your earplugs in
'cause yeah this one's nasty
So
I'm probably playing this song live right now in some grotty Swindon pub
It
I'm barely getting by
With the boys I ran with dropping off like flies
I'm cosying a taxi in the midland afternoons
And delivering their takeaways
head down scared to look
You shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks
In my part of town it's similar
the line
Between the good and the bad
I'm the voice in your head
You never knew that you had
Mmmmm
Cause they come out at night
In a march one by one
You
The use of excessive force for
Sterling is disturbing
For selling movies
Stephon up in Sac town
Shot at twenty times
For standing in the driveway
At his
your savior
Slacking around
I‘m the king in this town
I get the throne instead of get thrown away
Got a little more time to play
To stay
Got
stunting
Looking stunning
Inspired by the flyest alive
I'm in they're company
I ain't been on a jet yet
But I been to heaven
Young Black and Amazing
dropped out
Remerged
Indie rap star is how I copped out
Locked in
Penitentiary (penitent) chances I’m a marksman
Pages full of rage
And gauges Dumping out
drinkin' Crissy from a gold cup
Flossin' my club, peepin' persons yellin' out "Chuuuch!"
Finna attract to trick politicians I'm a maintain pimpin'
You
from, this where we at now
Ima K I N G La to sac town
Cali I put my Mack down
I was the runt of the litter, I'm big dog now
I had your girl in
trick my dad had played since I was four
He stands outside my bedroom yelling "Ho! Ho! Ho!" because
He knows I don't believe in Santa Claus
I think
the bridge
And stored half a bird in the
Next town by Willow Ridge
And brought it back to PA
Right past the undercovers
Couldn't find my o-clip so I
Ask their
I saw you by the door
I couldn't help but stare
Where did you come from
I'd like to know where
You said I'm from Mississippi
Now I'm feeling tipsy
like a run away train
I do kick it wit real niggaz from Sac-Town, thought you knew
Like my folks Yuk, I blast on fools so I
Dish the body smash off
tricks, not topping
What..
Putting rhyl on the map
So I'm repping North Wales
Sitting in a Bando, some dusty scales
I live by the sea, but the ship ain't
and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to fuck her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old
the back
Yeah It's Sac Town, sack up in my backpack, Black MAC
I pull up and I stab, once, twice, thrice
Stab you till there's no more life, meet you in
can't go to hell cause I'm a resident that's livin in it
I been heaven sent by Jesus ima god in the flesh
Lighting up some Cheeba feeling a car hit my
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