Lyrics:
On the motorway speedin
Some people get the scheming
Some people like to hustle
From winter to summer we just love to burn rubber
We be
Riding
Rolling
High speed
go way back
Like how did you heart get so cold
I cannot say that
Just know the people dem had me so low
But I'm making my way bac
Readin these books
everything right in front of me
Feels like I'm in paradise and who I need is by my side
Everything's just right, for the first time, gotta get ready for
will be much better
It’s gotta get better
I hear sirens out the window
Please keep my people safe
System always been against us
For no reason, I pray
aboard
Crab tried to diss, now it's time to score
People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our gift
To get paid off what we made, and also uplift
Dangerous
Cuz fame can get entangled at Red Tables
Stories angled in heart break it ends
Then people get slapped but we don't turn backs
We bow our heads
I'm spitting out my truth so you better listen
My people in the struggle we on a mission
It's never appealing but we just never fade
The devil at my
by the pieces the peoples, the planet, The sources of magick
Music is a langauge fullfilled by the pieces the peoples the planet,
The sources of magick
the game
Make I just hear hm I go pull a cane
I'm ugly by face also in the brain
Me yɛ wicked ruff, Elphaba
Too many, too many people to save
They listen
diggin' pass the shovel
Get my squad niggas ready for the huddle
Are you ready for the rebuttal
Revenge is the think since
Niggas with (ahh) fuckem
give a what?)
I don't give a hoot stop talking
I throw you the ball but you dodging
I don't give people mercy, go all in
Ready set go
That's all I said
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
black bottles by my fireplace
Fell out with your peoples so you took the pictures down
Instagram ain't been the same since you so distant now
Took you
not do
What she thinks and what she should be
But the world ain't ready
For this
Beautiful Black Queen
See the world ain't
Ready for this
Beautiful
We'll there's a ship, called love, gettin' ready to sail.
People I know you know it's time, to get on board.
By the stars up above, we'll steer
and snacks
And a backstage pass and some money for gas
The stage manager asks, "Are you ready to go?"
There's only 50 people here and it's a sold out show
And it's Supreme
The ones who do you dirty be the ones who be the closest
The people get yo hopes up be the ones who leave you hopeless
That girl you
Color outside the box, draw your own lines
I do this for my tribe
I do this for my people
We sick of fighting for our lives
We ready for the sequel
We
a lil tissue, I'm ready to blow it
I let the phone ring because people annoying
I gotta stay high, I roll up while I'm bored
Go to sleep at night and wake
daughters
But done by scratches so save that water
This jam is packed so I just figure
All we need is the house to get bigger
I'm mad at every single person that doesn't understand the mission
Black lives matter, tell me how can you not get it
Stopped by the cops I've never
out with a government
What group of people said
We need to figure out who controls us before we get fucking food
None not a single one
The people that
of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage
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