Lyrics:
If i die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a
Bed of roses, sink me in a river
At dawn, send me away with the
If i die young, bury me in satin
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way
Think I'll go down to Alberta
Where there's good times in the fall
I've got
you could just fly?
Is it nine-one-one or nine-eleven?
2Pac can you tell me if there's thugs in Heaven?
And a one-eighty-seven is a thing of the past
opinions are nothing but hate speech
And all that did was have my rage unleashed
There's hate in his eyes
Nothing but a snake in disguise
This is exactly why
thought you did
But now I wonder if there’s more to this
You gave me cause to think
And man that’s never been a good thing
Twisted in my head like
who love nines
We don't stand in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me spit that
If you ain't down with ghetto business
There's the exit punk,
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
never that they gone test
Your gangsta you know in our world its try the spirit by the
Spirit yeah, they wankstas but I just want to tell them what
They
lost
In what we tend to leave behind
Like the representation
Of our surname
That blesses the lives
Of generations fishing on America's Nile
And since
syllables can he fit within the second with no content
Use your own logic
No comment
No more violence
I just came in to enjoy the silence
I got my hand
Americas most wanted fuck that most wanted in the world
He's bitching and screaming and crying and dawg won't shut the fuck up
Man, I will fuck your girl
of the senses, this my chance
To show what I'm made of
Be the greatest
There ever was
In the center of
All this parafernalia
What great america?
Perhaps it
heads high
I'm gonna flip if any one of my mens die
We've been fucked somebody told us a bent-lie/Bentley (what?)
Let's get back to the spot in NY
why are there rich ten figure leeching hoarders
Why would someone believe ever this behavior seems in order?
Cause they don't do shit about the simple
eat the beat like I'm Hannibal Lecter
Want my money greener than the second side of Bruce Banner
In my prime and I need my dues, y'all better start
If you feel the same way, then we're in it together
I am with you
What we have on our side is the truth
Cold hard science and proof
A perfect counter
but it ain't exactly there
From the war against disorder
From the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless
From the ashes of the gay
but it ain't exactly there
From the war against disorder
From the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless
From the ashes of the gay
but it ain't exactly there
From the war against disorder
From the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless
From the ashes of the gay
of America isn't what you need to taste test
We need a savior to savor
The word is sharper than a saber
I read in Luke about a father way better than Vader
crib
Seven deep
And then your plug brought out the goodies
Lemme see
They coming back here smelling louder than my keys
Even happened in my birthday
Two
Preach
Call me a clout rapper, call me a trap artist
But what's going on in America is fucked up
Excuse my French, but ever since the French gave us
might have to take control
'cause I ain't down with little mc
growin' up in a cloud of my second-hand smoke.
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Every decision I make is flaw
I don't know what happened to me, oh
I haven't been in school since last May
I kinda wanna just keep it that way
But my
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