Lyrics:
Sister, sorry.
REG
What's the point?
FRANCIS
What?
REG
What's the point of fighting for his right to have babies, when he can't
have babies?
FRANCIS
It
gender
And somehow come together to find
Solutions for a broken planet
We have the resources as a
Civilization to find a utopia
But we’re led by the most
a chairman (diamond)
Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakes
Just copped more 4 5's and 9s, I ain't talking bout no J's
Please be afraid but I
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
like Jason
Money stack and racks and raps
Rip by Ray, Mishap, and Epitats
'Cause suckers are scared straight
Prepare for the wrath
A psychopath when
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
makes a lot of best-albums lists
When they tried to sign you again
Was it satisfying to say, "Oh
You already have"?
Frank Ocean: yeah, I just told them
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
the heater
Ante-uppin' any tit for a tat
And blowin' reefer
Livin' day-by-day to make ends meet
With sausage links
And drowning all my stresses in Hennessy
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
in my rhymes fighting for yo' spirit and you mind!
So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene
The water be brown in the morning in my sink
very high for a really long time
Just to see what
That was like when I recorded
The bulk of the album
I got so skinny because I was
Smoking weed
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
Focused on my Grit
Get it for the low, sell it high
Nigga that's how I flip
If I ain't smoking weed
Then I'm SICK
I had nine, sold 4
Now I got 5 zips
Got
People who are being taken advantage of
By you and your lies?
To all separated couples out there who are
Cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR
YOU i wish
Two strangers
1969, that's when I arrived
Little farm in the country, I'm the youngest of five
Mom and dad was always fighting, they couldn't see eye
the strength
So let 'em bic's raise 'cause I came with five nine
But I feel like I'm six eight
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
kids on the map
Smoking weed to relax forever
Searching for a map to a place where they ain't under attack
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock
his hand
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first white man
At the very moment when they looked around
And said fuck it
worked next door
Even though we started at the very same time
Alexander Hamilton began to climb
How to account for his rise to the top?
Man, the man
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