Lyrics:
we'll cop a place we can bunk,
And meet my boy in the morning for details 'n hookup.
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto
ride let's ride.
These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona
When we arrive we'll cop a place we can bunk,
And meet my boy in the morning for details
never rest again
Until we finish what y'all
Started just to live again
The universal plan
Every move i aim to win
Power in the mind
Yes theirs
the lights
And then murder whatever moves in the dark, nigga
Blood red
Blood red
If they don't know by now, they about to find out
Blood red
Blood
Out the GSG
With a Jordan symboll
I go by youngboy I know you heard of me
This for them bitch ass lil
Boy who wanna murder me
I got a answer for you
of the song
It makes me move along, it makes me move along
This song is not a slow song, I mean
It's buried deep in bygones, the fiend
And though I can't relate
myself places they ain’t
Stack the money in the bank,
Make a future for my daughter
Straight slaughter get out the way
Ain’t spoke to my baby Mumma in
in this country now
Racism disavow that means association
And what’s the destination? Black Wall Street 2.0
Long days long nights
Time moves different
to die
No escape
From this place
Panic, terror building up inside
There's no rescue in sight
Will I see the dawn?
Tell me how can I survive?
Buried alive
I'm a new rapper that got integrity (21, 21)
All in the media and blogs, that's just a place I don't care to be (21, 21)
Most of these niggas wouldn't
those who would appose us
Crying out, "God save the planet"
Bleeding hearts can't turn assunder
This the eighth and final wonder
Day by day this
Crying out, God save the planet
Bleeding hearts can't turn asunder
This the eighth and final wonder
Day by day this land is liberated
God's mistake
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
mountains, and I'm climbing
And this ain't Saving Private Ryan but I got a couple snipers, looking directly at you, if You make a false move you'll get shot up
The air is cold, the night is young
There’s no one by your side
But they’re watching you, your every move
Nothing you do is sacred
Crooked
People
In
was blown, I felt like
Nothing else on this cursed land will have the might
To move me, spiritually, mental and physically
I felt like I was chosen by
Hello, who is this? I'm playing a game of telephone with some hoodlums
Slaughtering mothers and daughters and brothers and fathers down
Here in
In the dancehall
"3rd place is everything"
"3rd place is everything"
Soulfully smooth, she slithered to a solo
Spot to drop her bass and I'll
heat
True as the surname
Ain't nobody faking me
I be rolling with that Still Sick quill tip kill clique
Y'all gotta feel this
Hard to smooth, Rot move
so damn off
You're late on this track, call you Gandalf
Man, let's be real all your people are hungry
I got the fam in the back
You got a famine in
fast,
And it's nearly dawn.
If they knocked down this place, this place,
It'd still look much better than you.
Move, move quick, you've gotta move
Now, if you can stand
I would like to take you by the hand, yeah
And go for a walk
Past people as they go to work
Let's get out of this place
deathbed I've slept in for some time now
Can't shake this feeling that another me is watching
And judging every single move I make somehow
I'm cursed no one
as family
The world is a horrible place
Made worse cause we're in it
The world is a horrible place
Made worse cause we're in it
I am the bringer of pain
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