Lyrics:
eyes
With some pesticide
Then decide
To electrify
My depressive mind
With 2 live cables hooked up to my neckless spine
Don't even question why
Just know
skunk (cough cough)
Bass beatin sound like a thunder storm up in the trunk (damn)
It's on low right now just imagine if I turn it up (huh)
My shit live
is like BOOOP
You can't touch the Krush Groove
I live by the lunch table
Touched fables
Ducked labels
Lookout for the one he'd abide with the terrible
Rollin', pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken
Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose
Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose
Balling
Number twenty gotta be to make sure
That you count the money (you got to, if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense)
Singles and fives under
So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin under
I never thought I lived to see us chill
Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill
But I
streets of a-fucking-merica. and
Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the
Dope game, with liberty and money for all. gangstas that
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like, you
were two boys living different lives, suburban girls whispering about our love
We were too young smoking too much loud, but I'm at peace with the way
if you want no surprise how i do it
Who else you know make the
Head nod high five music
Every track Im on Im under oath never lie to it
See me live
cry
Young mothers died
Young black lives
Under twenty five
Tryna keep the killings
Under 25
Per year Per capita
That's double yo Murder rate
be my prince of tides
You were born to heal me
Under a velvet sky
Cattails dancing in the light
We were born to live a long and happy life
A happy
reasons clear
Yeah
Me ive lived a thousand lives
You've watch me die a thousand times
100 truths a thousand lies
Your love it left me traumatized
Mi amor
I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth
I had nothing left under my two feet this time, ahh
I was all alone wishing I could find
Someone to call my
to create
You know
Two different situations
You know
Probably shining a light
On the things that go on
And the risk of serving your country
What you could be
wanna fight but I'd take a devil down
If you live for money you don't live under a crown
If you spread hate then you finna stay a clown
Wanna know
uh, uh, uh
Two, uh, uh, uh, ah
Coffee
Whether your eyes are wide open, or eyes wide shut
Riding by eyeing, wide thighs and butt
Wide eyed and bushy
gang
I'll be waiting in the back till you tearing to me
Come and live in paradise under the parody tree
Girl the way you moving got my head go’n crazy
TakeitBackv2
Like Frederick Douglass
It's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker
I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this
edge, three headed beast, slicing of two of the three, The other is under my feet in small pieces Demons close but can?t touch in the name of Jesus, Stand
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
The United States is one of
Two remaining industrialized nations
To still use death as a form of punishment
There are approximately three
Thousand
are becoming more bitter day by day, and on the one hand, we are getting stronger
Although we are hopeful, we live in a wrong system
One person dies
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