Lyrics:
to Ukraine
OG be that hoolie
Pitbull, I'm no Scooby
I'm spooky like ghost in the movie
Be getting unruly, feel some kind of way, you can sue me
I talked
health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find drama
Law's out
still come out swingin' like Ron Artest, nigga ha ha
Is it the concrete or the walls?
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is lockdown,
understand
I can't even sleep at night
Thinking the police might just come in
And shoot my wife
Thinking a knee or chokehold
Could just end of my life
snitching
The work is not ‘ttached to me
Woah, you better move
Don’t be mistaken by my Loubotin shoes
I’m not a fool but I dropped out of school
I made
But you kept trying it
Jennifer pretending to be Mom at Kohl's was a nice touch
I'm telling you anything you don't already know
Or the police officers
wasn't a gangster
They want justice in these streets but there seems to be no justice for police and so
Heaven help the man who crush another man will
dreams
I'm glad it's over, a disease to a dying breed
A pitbull lion who screams, who's surrounded by bees
A pack of wolves, your career will be over
Why u want to treat me this way
Mr. policeman by the look in your eyes
Might be the last words I say
Might be the last words I say
I was sitting in
fucking young
This is more than a crush, I just might be in love
A six year difference is a ten year sentence
And with the pigment on my skin
I don't
might be gang related! (ain't nothin' wrong)
Never once been seen alone
Ever since you can remember you was fully grown
Slangin' rocks on tha block
Put your hands up and stand up man up
Forever we are destined to never be equally treated cause
we will be misguided and heated and racially
awestruck. Haha, the gallery erupts into delight
Random person in the gallery: Go get them champ!
Donald: Yes Yes. I think it would be hard to find in
any
As I was walkin' down rub-a-dub square
Not a chill to the window but a little to the air
From another direction she was calling my eye
It could be
a bastard I hit the blunts 'til I gotta cough then I pass 'em
Exhaust on the Aston
That next choice you make might be your last one
Shit that I needed
back and laughed
I took the Rx Pad
I got the 4D yeah its a AutoCAD
Double XL might as well be a redeye
Dropped drill bits as I walk by
Cotton Hill type
the store for a St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps solo
Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah hell no
'cause I don't worry bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be
the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin' 16 he was stuntin'
Al B Sure nigga with
I wish a bitch would when I'm walking down the street
I wish a bitch would just to find some release
Don't trust no man
Don't trust the police
I wish
Know The Lord be blessin' me
This might be the death of me
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Know The Lord be blessin' me
Yeah
Yeah
Know The Lord be blessin' me
Heavy MCs offend me incidentally or directly
I think it's envy
They all want to be me deep down
I ain't friendly
I'm deadly you can ask Wesley
I got
upset
Then you might be.. gang related! (ain't nothin' wrong)
[Verse 1]
Never once been seen alone
Ever since you can remember you was fully grown
no change
Pray to God I don’t ever change
Money came and I stayed the same
I am a beast
That can’t be tamed
Enjoy life
Live it day by day
Still ain't done, watch my next move
Everyday, gotta learn some new
Lotta nights, sleep I might loose
Lotta rights, think that I choose
But may be wrong,
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