Lyrics:
have been linked to the glue used in the ever popular lace front wig
Also in sports, as a closing note to the Olympic propaganda charade
Salute
Stealing your hope that you'll ever be the greatest
Copy my style just to tryna get famous
Boy just face it you won't ever be hot
Be the last mic dropped
Fight, (Rise Up) by Kurtis Devore
I want you to fight
I want you to fight as if the breath you just took is your last
I want you to fight because
ehhyy
You paid the price for me
Laid down Your Life on Calvary
You no dey tire
For my matter
You always by my side
You no dey fail me
Na You dey help me
My stomach turns inside out and I
Wish this would pass me by
The pain I am paid stains your stark white collar
I hope my strength lasts this time
I
Should it matter what your race is your last name is
Last I checked we all bleed so unless that changes
No one has the right to ridicule or criticize
the .40 up with your weak picture and squeeze
When they see me they salute
I be standing at ease
Around celebrity’s that’s A list
Cause I be with G’s
Pray
The last days of your life as a cancer patient
I'm staring at your corpse praying and waiting for you to awaken
21 gun salute for the hero, the burial was
I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I'm
it
Like a promise that you put your word on or a best secret
Same shit different Bog
I’m staying on my job regardless
Just a farmer tending my
of gold if that's What the fool holds
So apply life
Play by your own codes
Cuz who determines who's wrong or Right
My goal is simply paint the world From my
six feet down to its hole
But ere the last shovel of dirt falls on the wall of the box
We gravely offer a salute to those about to rot
So lift up
in the Expedition, expose a dark dimension
Your girl used to suck dick du-ring detention
You got dumped, she came up by spittin'
Out nuts of every
last as long as an uncle bens rice bag
Come for a dawg be expecting a bite back
Take off the bonnet you really cappin’
Hit the weights I’m reppin’ your
that just stand by itself
But like I said
I'm sorry I'm mixed
Rise up from dust to dust
God looked down and said that's enough
He snatched King right
mind your business
Plain white tee, no ku klux business
Check my IV, check what's missing
Check my ID, know the difference
Niggas talkin' be specific
em
Empty the clip reload & keep popping salute me
I have em circle ya crib in a Hoopty or get stomped out by Mongo ,black or Bookie
cllahu ckbar I'm
you niggaz frontin talkin bout you packin steel your
sportin a first all up in rectum by the central kid`s sitting all up
in the bullie section
When I come back
Like I never left
I’m loyal no right or left
To be right I’m obsessed
Do my best east to west
Whoever laughs the last
Laughs
always been me over y'all little numbers fractions
Yeah Uh
And ain't shit half off
Except your girl chilling by the pool with her top off
She gon suck me
She put them bands in her purse
Then I took 'em out
On my mama, I need more money
Y'all can take the clout can you salute me?
Fresh off the plane from
of the dumb, the mute
I stand before the path pavers and salute
I don’t refute the obvious evidence
That my sentiment, it’s sediment
A thin layer in history
a weapon
And we praying for blessings
So don't ever think I play for a second
"Cause I ain't playing for second (get it?)
We don't care about your rhetoric
last arrived
Take advantage of your forgiveness, apologizing last second
For my clothes seem to be tethered and latching onto your horns
Corroding
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