Lyrics:
the feds run devices
Mama my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right
Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick
I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I
I been up,
I’m in the city , where you can observe it,
My lil niggas turn this to a murder scene,
I’m that young nigga with fire they heard of me
grind
It's going down, load the clip in the gun and I'm making them run
A gorilla nigga evermore buck and he died, but who was the nigga
That's talking
know what you is to your city, but I run mine (mine)
Know where you at, watch where you step, don't cross the gun line (don't do that)
I like hittin'
homies be dyin down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in they mouth
But I'm a soldier, a rolla, give me ten
I'd rather die than go
to cry
But remember, you left home wantin' to be grown, so dry your weeping eyes
Sirens screamin' down neon lighted streets
You want your mama
Run
off the fat of the land
Mama she died too young
Papa and me we stayed on the run
Gave up my mama's words for a life on the run
Gave up my mama's words
Daddy was the eldest of ten
And my mama was an only child
She must've represented back then
The part of him that couldn't go wild
She was free
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
'cause
Everyone I ever loved has died on me
Will anyone remember me?
(Time)
Why did I let it fly right past me?
Why did I never move out of this city?
God
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
a European watch
On a different time
I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like
I passed by
Lord knows ion need another dui
Living in a city where you do or you fucking die
Both hands out the top I can touch the sky
Look at ya
drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we
all my blessings, niggas dying
Just not pretend, Only the Fam and MOB
So stop claiming that we friends, staying 10 ten down
Multiply that shit by 10
We
need to and have rights
Love my boy
Alex don't stop it
city on fire
The people are dying
city on fire
The people are dying
I saw my brother die
I saw my
I have this new tattoo of which
The story must be told
About the night I almost
Overdosed ten years ago
I woke up in the hospital
With skin clammy
the shining
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
See I
the block
The same pussy nigga
I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga try to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was gon have it
Mama never was gon beat
Girl let's roll through them hills off the ten
Rolling, with ya cousin and 'em
Real shit ain't nobody fake, they is and they ain't from here
City
in the city where no one would come
One that had literally died but then came back alive
And that's the furthest thing that I know from over and done
Heaven
Heaven
Oh yeah
I must have died and went to heaven
Tell me what you like
Tell me what you like
Tell me what you like
Tell me everything baby
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