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Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights
Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man?
Sixty-year-old businessman,
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa
on cutting that slack
If back, back, back, is the way that you talk to me, feel free to hit the road, Jack
Cuz I ain't got time for that, ain't nobody got time
even do it fair, they will take some kitchen knives
Compilation of the bitches who
Tryna get some fight for this night
(Who are you?)
Who am I?
for years just for the pinky drip
Niggas had they eye on it, he lost it in the blink of it
Yo, I don't even think, when I come to think of it
Forget
a priest (yeah)
In the streets, gotta keep the belief
Not a wave, gotta keep you a sea (sea)
Look for me, gotta keep you a fee (fee)
Made a hundred
American dream has been a living nightmare
For four hundred years in the land of the free
No justice for all when it comes to me
Go back to Africa You say it
of the distance 
My people perfect for beating the odds 

Melanin magic it make ppl look at themselves & they ponder & wonder the difference 
Certain shit gifted by
The hospital needs a hospital
Now they mocking you
They say the flattery is sincere
I run like a n**** younger than me by ten years
Yeah, and that's my car
Illustrates how hundreds of
Thousands of others
Are locked up for nonviolent
Drug offences the
Data shows the drug war is discriminatory
That entire categories
they hear
The statistic of one
Point two million students dropping out of high school every year
The correlation is incarceration
There are too many
a dozen
Bitch we talkin' two hundred
Let 'em loose
Now the peta loons are the hunted
For fun in the sun shed
Poppin' guns but no bloodshed
Talkin TEDs bout
Shook cause I slid
On this Svg(ar) so witness
The cook how it look
In eyes of the livin'
Young man fit for the part (yeah)
Black ass nigga
Get lost in
I gotta run a 100 mill Kevin Gates I don't get tired
Jus hit my line
If you need a hitman for hire
Cuz I been killing rappers for awhile and I do not
birth 
to man. 
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred 
bastard sons. 
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
fading
Are you thinking that it's me you're fooling?
Where's the right in, all of our fighting?
Look at, look at, look at what we're doing

(Repeat Chorus)
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
been killing us for years they still killing us now they poisoning the food and areas we surround controlling every move hysteria can be found all over
on me, clap a nigga in his face with it
Uh, closet full of BAPE shit
Supreme fiend, Just Don with the snake brim
(Uh) fifteen hundred for my jeans
AR-15 is
a fair amount
If I charge what I'm worth, niggas couldn't afford it
You tell them it's free and these niggas all for it
Been fly for a while, now
approaching
The R rates increasing a graph that is sloping
Then came tiers crocodile tricks by alligator peers
All Caps died but we cried at the end of the year
this a risk, I swear I see 'em building pyramids brick by brick
They'll aim at anyone bold enough to go against the shit
You don't believe me? Look what
of the time when he can break the chain and get out
I ain't gonna make it
That's where he's been for twenty years
I ain't gonna make it out
And that's where
the radio he looks 15 years
Old, like he's in here for
Stealing gum there's Lawson
Who gave me the magazines and
Taught me how to
Use the phone twenty-one

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