Lyrics:
righteous but she ratchet
Boy I’m Bout to text ya girl gotta have it
Lord Forgive me 4 my sins bad habits
3D printed up a Draco outta plastic
Ain’t
"I'm comin'!"
Now in ninety one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
And hang me by a rope till my neck snapped
Now
say me go remember
Coming from the gutter
Turning to a baller
I remember those days when I get 1 shirt
1 Short, no cash no bed
I Dey hustle 4 bread
See
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
the fibers
That we the people
Are "unitedly" standin' upon
Coincidentally
It took these failures developmentally
And combined with the experience
Partaken by
the ghetto
The ghetto
Down in Haywood
Where brothers would rob you, heartless brothas dressed in hoods
If I could
Maybe I would
Just for a day of my time
Die
Boutta get on the stage , I just caught a body
Fucc it it's show time
You caught her once
They callin me stunna why
I fucced that bitch 4 times
That
some brothers down in the Bermuda these ni***z ain't shooting pick up da stick and it's to use it I put my pain & heart in the music first ni**a try it
on the weed cant stop man hyping
Slyly come try me, you'll be watching this brother
Get strangled with a mic lead
No cat but feisty, the only time
I get hurt is
calm when I bomb,
Just tell them hit the floor
Forget me or remember me as the sickest for
Being more vigilant with it
Just try and give them more
Press
and Dominion (ya Allah)
They got us fooled fox news no coverage (fake news)
Its on us to inform our sisters and our brothers (Inshallah)
X4
Its on us
don't want no help
Sweet medicine felt
A whole 'nother subject (it's a whole 'nother subject)
If I pass, no wonder
Life before my brother stabbed me,
You try to get in my way I'ma tell you don't do it
We all tryn' make a way making this music
I be the doorman get you into
I get rich feed the poor what
ain’t your brothers closing down them doors
Try to love em niggas do you dirty can’t love anymore
Tryna come up niggas come from dirt sleeping
they perms
I remember back at 12 I was mama's helper
Now I help myself to bitches out at Mama Shelter
Since my brother Rock passed I just been moving
with these cats will send a friend to the morgue (uh-huh)
Many questions, no answers, stress
Try to hold my head and remember that I'm blessed
With
the
Yard and do hard labor
Got your memory scarred but you
Gon' remember this all later
Don't worry at all player
Its all saved on your Sega memory card data
undressing
A woman who named Andrea her husband who go by Derek or Derryl
I cant remember
This shit happened in December or somewhere ‘round in the Winter
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
Yea Yea
Trynna hustle with that pack
Trynna make that shit back yea yea
I'm surrounded by these niggas
And surrounded by these killers yea yea
Trynna
Sweetheart sugar baby
I will be there by your side
Bruising, battling and sparring
For four score years and ten
Sweetheart sugar darling
When they let me out
got stopped by cops that's when it all changed
Remember rocking skinny jeans and a combover fade
Now I'm rocking baggy clothes and my mindset kind
I'm bringin' more than that four-by-four
Watch me dispose of all y'all
Y'all fraud ass niggas
Tape me reboard ass niggas
Gun bigger than sword ass
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