Lyrics:
cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop
Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
Who ain't acclimated to 'em, like that's the way to do
electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I
The money and stacks grow
I got stacks 'bout as long as Kat Stacks nose
This is facts
My niggas are goin' jack mode for me
Wilin', kick back those for me
It's
but pray for me each day
And whisper words of comfort
Jack, to her that's far away
And whisper words of comfort
Jack, and take her by the hand
have this
Intellectual capacity that I
Possess i'm sick of old and senile people
Running for president we need to have a
Young 37 year old in the White
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
a dress for her
And then she put it up on her head again, nervously and quickly
Once she stopped for a moment and stood still
While a tear or two ran down
I was on my way
Searching all the world for moments to chase
Looking for home, home, home, home, home
No matter the beauty of the places I'd go
a singer and start a singing group. I still remember the song she taught me for the audition.
You are the love of my life, being with you every day. It makes
Slim looking big all bigger than his bro now
Dange its been a minute and the mandem want you home now
Sharpa gone six years but the flame still flares
Sorry for the lateness i guess I was looking
For a little inspiration motivation
No complaining
But I just had a couple situations
Still one
still getting all my meals for free
I think I'm being shunned by my feet again
Now it's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd
or Jack Triller
He got track fillers for a album
If he had Jigga on an ad-sticker
Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from
Malcolm, I knock the thoughts
rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller
He got track fillers for a album
If he had Jigga on an ad-sticker
Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from
Malcolm, I
White collar preach prosper but they still false profit
Politicians posture poach pockets of the paupers
Progress held hostage by the faces on the dollars
I'm still sitting at home watching movies all alone
I'm still sitting at home ignoring all the calls on my phone
I'm still sitting at home watching
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
you took so long?
By the end of the night
You gonna be my wife
We gonna have three kids
Picket fence that’s white
Okay, tell me what you want
looking nice
Devil's pies still in the streets
I'm droolin' for a slice
No loans, smooth cruise, 22's with the dice
Present into hindsight, looking at a new
a pyscho with the windows rolled down
Who you looking at, you trying to fade me clown?
Plato, si mon, you want static
When you reach for your gat to load
a pyscho with the windows rolled down
Who you looking at, you trying to fade me clown?
Plato, si mon, you want static
When you reach for your gat to load
on the jack
Why you looking through my phone
That's your first problem
(She said)
You trust me all alone
That's your first problem
Toxic's just the half of it
that I'll cry
I'll cry
The longer I sat there
Shit just kept getting worse
I couldn't stop thinking
Still sitting there watching as I was waiting for
than that
The tip of this iceberg ain’t peaking, in fact
I’m reaching for Jack, like, hmm
Damn Daniel
Why do I see all of yo white people successful from
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