Lyrics:
ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah, twenty-three (shot)
I got shooters and they're with me and they never
Miss
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah,
I'm the best and
I call it competitive confidence, not vanity
It's not my fault them man
Got a childish mentality
They don't know how to make
A tune for
Chorus
Why must we riot
Why must we protest
Just to be heard - by the world?
Verse 1
Seattle was a riot, they tried to pin on us
But we didn't show
beating
There won't be a day that goes by where I will not be grieving
David, how could you leave them
And before I could feel any anger
It was my turn
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
[Verse 1]
It's a world of life we live in
But that's not all that must be said
We've been facing protests due to a crime that the police led
Quite fine my darling and how are you
Well I'm doing quite fine but I'm kind of upset
Because I heard a little something I could not forget
What's that?
I
The shorties and me G, one of the three gunmen
Side by side we're on the highway, and lettin' off shots
The three outlaws, against the cops
It's like
Tupac and P
For every watch there's a glock, come shop with me
Hood DVDs the closest you get to TV
BE or MT, the whole world done see me
VH1 Behind
been the same since he seen the other three die (goddamn)
Bitch, I'm Two-Three high
Bitch, say your goodbye
Gave that boy the business, like a suit
A hundred years after that…fucked
A hundred years after you get free you still getting fucked out of jobs
And shot at by police you see what I'm saying
Cuz
breeds for me
So B is me, now tbt, I grew up watching DVD’s
Just being me and chillin as a kid who’s now at the CV
I don’t get A’s, just BCD’s, I like
the police has done
My feet are numb
My arm missed the vine that it leaps from
But
Wait-Let's just stop for a minute
It's not the world that's bad, it's just
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I
fuckin' life
Whole world in my fuckin' hand
Damn my girl just pulled up
Will pull out to my bubble plan
But fuck it man like what you sayin'
Look, I'm not
a variety of secret societies
We were born on this earth by default
And the police just wanna indict we
I need some soul music - I feel that shit in me
(yeah)
Go viral on YouTube not AFV (yeah)
One button away if you pay the fee (ha)
Now it costs Your fame ain't free (nah)
Can't stand this shit so I take
it's mine, it's mine
Can you believe it, I said the world is yours, believe it
To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout
murdered by police
No Justice No Peace
I said until the day we make all hatred cease
Until we find release
No Justice No Peace
And as long as my people
I'm a blunt head
Police police want a nigga dead
But I'm not goin' out like that, black
I kick the actual facts in solar
Cold as a Polar Bear, I
the mvp won't feel like I made it till they envy me
And see me on they tv screen or DVD
And play me on they phone I got the mp3
The inner me is saying fuck
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
To do rap you have not to fuckin be
A g but a fuckin son of
Motherfuckin papi
Italian world
If you're not you're going to work
So here I am
New project
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