Lyrics:
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
the world on my shoulders
Can't be no weak nigga
Grind to win position
Such influence
Not no public figure
Get it out the mud
It's all good
In the hood
Till
the video they were not guilty
Philando Castile proves the same shit still
You say all lives matter I'm like get real
Born with the right to vote first
me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur
then
they simply must, take precautions
That's why they're worried about their future now
'cause by 2050, almost all the Earth's population
will be
vices all day
Won't you please believe when I say
Wouldn't you know we been hurt, down before
When our pride was low
Lookin' at the world, "Where do we
to her grave (her grave, her grave)
It's gettin' wicked in this western, wicked in this western, wicked in this western world
So wicked in this western,
Cross on Tee's, the eyes dotted, spot your biz and peep your weeps
Devils leave, angels stay, for real in hell we all create
Mind yourself when praising
Who came through with two glocks to terrorize your borough (huh?)
Told you how to slap dicks and murder your girl (I did!)
Gave you all the finger
Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our
Look at the news
Fear; The real pandemic
A world enslaved
Make sure you take the "cure"
One is not enough
Voluntary submission
"Variants"
No end in
mother screams picking
Out his casket harsh reality, it seems like
It's simple mathematics, it's not
It's trigonometry
(trigganometry) divided by some real
The baddest models in the world,
Be Just Like Me
[Verse 2]
Man down for bullshit, all sorts of weddings
Heavy ringers on this piece-a keep ya armory
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
Is it still, is it goin'? (Yeah yeah)
(Alright)
so we gon' do this one like for the RattPack and shit, is it recordin'?
Alright for the real
If you ain’t real you got to go
Positive Vibez is all we know
People come and people go
But all of us here we know the code
If you ain’t real you got
of these days and it won't be long (Chef!)
Yo I'm sicker than the V12
With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive
Real niggas raise
alone
The best news we got all year was Rowdy comin' home
It was dope seein' him on Instagram bein' celebrated
He a real one, he ain't fold when he got
Let me tell you 'bout the new world order
Not the kind to make you run for the border
It's a new religion wrapped in a revolution
With a proven
with a simple life
No American idol but I get by
Wish I could tour a fifth wheel bus back to the real world
Time to wake up and smell the anti freeze
Yeah
Ay, wherever Nas is in the world he gon' fuck with this
Waddup, God
Queensbridge just like Compton, dog
In Inglewood niggas just like Yonkers, y'all
to the sky like Emmet Till off the stepping wheel
And minus all the sex appeal, your boy about to flex for real
Rolls Royce Cullinan, four-doors 'cause my
it felt fabricated
It had to be real
Cause I felt intimidated by cops
The city's crowded
With projects and row houses
Everybody's acting bout it
I
the most brutal sensationalized stories possible.
The American citizen must learn to trust their fellow
man again and realize whom the real criminals are.]
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