Lyrics:
rappers are ready for a real one
Call me Big Poppa like Biggie
From ATL, I rep my city
Where all of the hunnies are pretty
With faces full of the Fenty,
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
shit
Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
within such misery
We'd seen a light we'd never seen all crowned with gold
Through morning mist with tears of ice see her coming down
All upon our
It was an autumn day in ‘49 we lit out from Salt Lake City
Seeking a new life and a claim of gold
But the brutal heart of the desert ain't no place
Well I saw a crowd a-gathered
Must've been somebody shot
Reporters scribbled shorthand
And photographed the spot
I moved in a little closer
But
I stand
Honey all that good shit tell me, who's the man?
From, here to Bangkok, I sign my John Hancock
on the contract, it's like 1-2-3 Contact
Kick
remember I woke to the sound of a copter, louder than they usually make
That's the first time I saw how propellers move grass and create these ripples
a city
Where the streets aren't made of gold; they're growing green
And the kind will know my name
And we'll remember all the days
I felt that Garden City
a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I
a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I
y'all faces, its hip hop John Wayne ?Gaisees?
With laced weed and bass beats
We got grow six, explosives, and overdoses
For you and your associates
in the city of Dallas
Let me quote to you this
'President Kennedy and Governor John Connally have been cut down by assassins bullets in downtown Dallas
bright light by the end of the tunnel
And stay blessed
I did it
All my haters said I won't but I did it
I kept my money in check all of this time and I
been with Gucci mane
I saw you up on tv with Waka Flocka flame
Saw you rocking gold chains with Trinidad James
And Killermike hit it
Shit, I think I have
all ye
Started two thousand and sixteen with the music biz
Got my first track recorded by brother he
Hanno pon tha beat saw what's deep within, he laid
a king
I came here to rule shit
I guess that I knew since
Back when I used to get bullied at school
By the cool kids
Funny how life works out though
I
I said I'd be there by seven fifty I didn't L I E baby
I meant the Li V baby
Big blick in the cockpit navy baby
The shoes and the dope in the V off
You know my steez, fuck American greed
Rage Against The Machine
John Henry mixed with Bruce Banner with two hammers on this long road to financial
to press me
I'm god modding, i'm god body
Feel like John gotti
Won't abide by these niggas egos
I'm shooting freethrows
This the return of the free flow
were all city king of grafitti
Break dancin', DJin' out in the park, man
I know your story, emcee
And you got full knowledge of self
You got all
on a mission n****
I'm a killer n**** Kobe Bryant straight up ballin' n****
You can't see me n**** john cena in the building n****
By the muscle n**** ain't no
to be just a kid with a dream,
With no money in my pocket, people never would believe
That the vision that I have will bring my city gold
No time for
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