Lyrics:
do this for my people
(Mi raza)
Thinking you gonn stop me no tiñes chanca
Hot like enchiladas melting shit like some lava
Draco make em dance like
fucking mouth
Like who are you?
Really who the fuck are you?
See you with the team
Still don't know what the fuck you do
I like that fettuccine
And my
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago
Western male
Across the north and south, to Key Largo
Love for sale
I put my heart on this beat
Pen to the paper, you
to dust
cs a symbol of our wild past
Broken and naive fool
c dreamer who was stubborn as a mule
Nice to see you here
Tending to my wounds
Shielding me from
painting art girl
And I, if I can make you with a magic wand
I will make you no other got away
And who's made by the maker of love?
You was made by
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
scriptures and parables.
Deeper than the lectures projected by
Manning Marable
You wanna ride the soul plane or the Coltrane?
Defined love supreme for a lost
stabbed or the mule for the drug run
Dead at the hands of the violence you watched and let it play
Failed by the ones who hold their future in hands have no
forty and still sag
Teenagers act more mature, Jack
F- you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, I'm going berzerk
My nerves are bad, but I love
bitches are loving it, rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off
"What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better," fucking bitch
They
(No, no, no, no, no)
Who you gonna cheat on? (It's not what you say)
Who you gonna leave alone? (It's what you do)
Oh (you're so vain, go on)
What
(No, no, no, no, no)
Who you gonna cheat on? (It's not what you say)
Who you gonna leave alone? (It's what you do)
Oh (you're so vain, go on)
What
the best at
Whatever you do and that's my
Mentality i believed that
I was the best in the world at what I ever
Did and I had the motivation that was needed
employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'm a swisher man
8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by
long hex
Ruining the luck of gnomes
Who years ago learnt the secrets to wealth creation
The children bite the concrete
You bite the train wheel
Under
check with me when y'all want y'all shot
It's ten shooters in my hood for every one y'all got
Ay, look, I had to dumb it down for niggas, you gotta do
exposed
Like the sunlight which rose in the morning
Froze in a gunfight, forcing those who run with you to reevaluate affiliations
We salivate from
and a mule
12 million dollar-roos won't do
For Forgiveness
Equality
End poverty
In all honesty, not mine for the offering
What's the price of forgiveness
sheep?"
When they hate me like they do, maybe grace is really cheap
Maybe this is all a lie, they don't really love me
They just love it when I say
Me, I just wanna know
How many of you here tonight in the
Audience don’t know who Joanne is?
Oh i think many people are a bit lost
But, if you do know
From hiking like an injured, aimless mule.
Do you get the urge when winter comes?
Cut.
In the blue Canadian winter, I'll follow your trail
Till
then I'm going up for grabs
Push my past to the front
And I won't be looking back
I'm losing all sense of who I might be
You don't even like me
Bitch!
the A, I'mma need hoes by the busload
But only the freaks, they like women
That like thumbs in thei' butt hole I told you I'm cutthroat
(Don't judge,
joy
I'll destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'ma swisher man
8 in the mornin' you
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