Lyrics:
the world and never seen a brudda start up
Seen a brudda panic from the jabbin' to the
Heart, gut, chest, leg, back
Sitting where he sat I bet he wish he
(I’m still a priest)
I told him he could tell me through the door
He said he jerked off at the airport
And he steals money from
Our parents regularly
Look....
It was you, that brought me out,oh you/
Tell me without you where would be your the pulse to my heart/ Couldn't go a day without you/
I
these want to-be bad guys
Made loot, many G's, bought a crib where I live
Told my kids, "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive"
Runnin' from the streets
got text from you
Askin' me where I was
But I ignored it and kept on
Ridin' around just havin' fun
2 AM creeps up as I'm
Pullin' into the driveway
All
best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop
chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched?
Well where he stay at then, he stay by such and such?
Well since we got altercations with these
ambiguous
For once
They might be forgiven
For the deeds they did to us
I watched
Them
Brew
By a window
Where we stood
Their talk
Of good
Lit up
In gas
That
While we think we keeping it secret
He den peeped it
What we miss is
We get our strength from
Boasting in weakness
Cause He can remove it
From me when He
Addicted after my first pack, started dealin' crack (ah)
You know I had dimes, you brought seven, I wasn't feelin' that
Drive-bys and DUIs, shootin',
like a chief
What did he look like, a black thief
The witness gave the beast a blank sheet
Now, I look like whitey cause no face can describe me
cnd this
zone"
Get you away from all other harm
And I swear we’ll be rich no freemasons
Pizza man whipping up dough
Long nights by the stove
I swear I seen my
ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to death I brought you from
been brought here
Manacled, beaten by your own people.
Do you have the first idea why you deserve it?
Listen King of the Jews,
Where is your kingdom?
Look, I'm a philosopher, if I met Zeus he'd find me enlightening
When writing in these conditions, I'm god-like I'm a G that's OD on my competition
up the cleanest, my punch is the meanest
Measure me by my nuts ‘n penis
That’s a request from a genius, finna be the best
I attest a fighter that don’t
desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they
Coming from is that true?
KW: yeah, correct
JK: So we did a sketch on the show where
We had - you did an interview with
The BBC Radio and it was
treated me, like
He treated everyone else
Like they were the most important person in
The room i loved him like a brother
And I learned from him every
Day,
of the righteous gather round
They are ready to stone her down
They throw her at the feet of a teacher
Dare I look up ?
Surely they have brought me here to mock
the mic with sweat in your palms
I'm at ease by still waters where
Verbal tech's are involved
This is America, shit
Isn't it hysterical, quick
Witness mass
Georgia, check the levees
Where was he, on vacation getting heavy, awoh
Like my head and my shoulders
You keep me, you keep me going
Like my head and my
nothing but see
Nothing is my middle name
I look back I was at the bottom,
I see how far I don came
Not far enough
He got the job tells me it’s all just
Rule is where I rule 'em
He Allah, God Islam, now act
But let me slow down 'cause Eighty-Fives can't get with that
It's Haji, helpful to another God
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