Lyrics:
You're not ignorant, racism doesn't exist
Mocking Rocky Yo, what up, I'm ASAP Rocky
You gettin' jiggy
Here with my mans, uh, I love bad bitches
That's my
some questions about this story of hate
If I ask them youll never hear the rest of my story so, I'll wait
On these old maps Tartaria is an empire that
all his tricks backwards? Old news bro
Haven't you seen the plan B video? What?
By the time my tre flip became poppable and my
Impossibles wrapped
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
betrayal and Ee Dey come first
Good men
Good me get their old story oh bad story oh
Bad men
Bad men get the old story oh good story oh
Government
Government
rules don't apply
For a man on a mission, (West Side) either you live or you die (Ha ha)
This is my struggle, (you got a choice) this is my story, this
No, sing me the other one
My song
Every time you say good bye
I die a little
Mmhmm take off your boots
Every time
You say goodbye
Oh man if I had one
history not run by your rules
The old white man cannot decide for youth
How many wish me to win but hope I lose
Lot of you owe me my time back shame
people are dying
And, like, I watched my country burn, I deadass watched my country-
When I was ten years old a man on the internet told me I had pornstar
on purpose
Man, time's have changed, back then I wasn't hurtless
I was such a giant fucking fool, man I ruled
Goofed around, man my old videos hold the truth
my sense of humour, you probably don't
understand, I don't care anyway.
Anyway, by the way, the video was shot at the Newcastle city hall. And Rod
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
my house
In my arcade
Give me some money I die
I want some arcade man
I wanna play the video games
And drive it to the court
And drive it
some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I told you
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
Or stayin at relatives well get a place of our own
And even though the feelin was good
Don't get it twisted naw money we still in the hood
Now a years gone by
was raised by Sister
Never talked much growing up but Deep down I miss her
And when she cried to my parents I Always dissed her
Becoming who I am now
an addiction
He's wearing clothes with no description
He's heard stories about hits
And he's got what it takes to make a man go missing
He knows where my man
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
the Brickyard, Charlotte and Darlington
You could feel it in your chest when they let those horses run
With my old man in the stands as the crowd cheers
We had
building
Some suits wearing ties and shit
But there's some real good-ass fucking people, man
Steve Bartels, Faisel, Jeff
Fucking Justin Duran, Dave Bell
this is the interpretation of my dream of old
My Lord has made it come true
He was indeed good to me when He took me out of the prison, and brought you
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
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