Lyrics:
What I Live & I Live What I Rap
So I Get Why The MOBOs Bumped Man
Cos They Don’t Want Thugs In Here Award In The Air Getting Held By A Gun Man
& These
motherfucking hell.
So let us open the gates of hell for the likes of you.
May God rest your soul when we are through.
This is our vengeance.
Orphan
Now two young kids might start a ruckus
You know they feel you trying to shuck us
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in
that way
No lie, the downtown canon so wild so fresh so free
Stand by the downtown canon, I say that it's got to be
Chasing sensation to remind us
by me
Unfit for society
The outsiders
Live freely
Finally a place for me
not you
Try so hard
To fit in to this
You rejected all of us
Did you really
sleep, no
Mind your business and keep low
Live and die by that G code
Now we made a name, but fuck fame
I'm just blessed, that my luck changed
I can
rapists tryin to ( ? )
Cause a young nigga ballin like the Lakers
[ CHORUS ]
What happened to love? Gave us all drugs
Now the kids raised thugs with
of parkin'
While dispute it
Doe got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point its like we, over do it
Police pressure
Peep how the beasts suppress ya
with his kids
Ain't getting no pass
That's one opp dead but that ain't
The last, we got one, finna get out of class
Pop right by school, we on his ass
We
the surface
This game is different dog
It's run by politicians
You could be the next investment kid
Be careful who you mention
Don't get exited
Most of us here
got me thinkin bout better dayz
Time 2 question our lifestyle look how we live
Smokin weed like it aint no thang
So even kids wanna try now
Then lie
The thought of you is able to bring me back
To when i was a kid, wasn't pushed by this mess and couldn't give a fuck less
Just wrote an open letter to santa,
the bus to work
She wasn't tripping, as long as she got us to work
Mama's like a life mechanic, she got stuff to work
Got mad at her son, when she heard
got a beard made of bees
What appeared like a forest was many small trees, we’re the list
Hold your chin up high and raise your fist
This is all of my
You didn't come in peace, wear a flower in your hair
Didn't mean to harm anyone of us in here
You need what you take, like a candle needs
not about killing time this ain't no way to live
Just can't up and walk away
Knows that wouldn't be right
Instead he hangs out at the local bar
stereo, rive gun live
Here we go, S-O-B drop some
For the kids in the hall with the new block tape
Blast from both angles like boom dock saint
So get up get
an example of what not to be kids
If you seen it then you saw it, but just do not say shit
'Cause we don't like snitches, there's no sympathy for that
So no
Well sure my movie part it won't be played by Al Pacino
Well, I hope you're not thinking I'm exactly Mr. Clean, though
As a kid, was in sin, and no
at my style
When I pull up I drive the girls wild
All they can say is wow, wow
All they can say is wow, wow
I ain't playin' dead, it live in the south
It
astray, I use it
to get through the day..
Like fiends use drugs and, cars use gas
I'm one with the beat but how long will it last
I, once had a vision
out the box, yeah
I'm tryna figure out where
I'm gonna place us
I've gotta get our kids out of this box
Yeah
Because they're gonna need their own space
When a black man can't walk certain streets
Without being hassled by the pigs
When the youth are forced into the school system
Designed to break
Yeah
They call us rotten, but we the forgotten
Started from the
Fuck you kidding, Stranded at the bottom
Where bullet wounds mark the rank
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