Lyrics:
Drill sergeant, I got a word for you
I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
I'ma cash in beautiful books
I'm gonna get the Barnes
Don't got all day
Ya'll should get in line
Take it we make it
King of the court don't you fucking mistake it
I know that you hate it but you can't resist
Frederick Douglas
And Martin Luther King (yeah)
It's black history (aye)
I'm black history
Trying to keep the legacy my ancestors left to me
A legend when I
police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don't it?
Come here, gon' tell you how to get that
Up and coming I just got a dollar and a dream
I ain't scared to grind I'm finna eat by any means
Before they strip my life away, I'm finna make it
the life that we manifested
I had a dream like Martin Luther King
I had to go make it
I had to go get it
I couldn't stop, till I completed my mission
Had
to skate 'fore I'm leaning
Trying to escape Detroit they say I'm dreaming
Wake up fake Fucks, I
Rap royalty take that cup, mine
Yeah niggas better make room
the stars
You see only night
Like a homesick sailor
Luther's standing in the window
Watching the world
Floating by him tonight
Luther's hands
Once
we gotta chop
It up to get the best version, so just)
Take all your favorite holidays
You know, I feel like in
Martin Luther King Day
For his dream
can't play no home games, fuck it's all good
Stand on what you believe in like Martin Luther King would (facts)
Free Sheff G, the game can't wait
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
Move on in real close so we can clebrate
The way we feel about each other's lovin'
Luther-
wanna tell you words, words of love, words that make you
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
living our life by the code
Yeah whoever thought that a flower would grow in a concrete jungle
Where gorillas tote bananas on the bottom of the pole yeah
Pick up that gotten u ain't getting paid
Your name is toby if not you get slane
It makes no sense it's just a shame
They treat us like pawns in
it on, disconnect the phone
Trying to get you gone, I'ma make you moan
And I do it (well, well, well, well)
lovin', it's for free
{Luther}
And I won't make you promises
You see,
{Both}
I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be, we're gonna be, I'm gonna
{Janet:} be do,
Shady, maybe he's right Grady
But think about the baby before
You get all crazy
Okay, thought about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat
Get
say, "T-I-T-C-H"
Homie, I been going through it
We got a thick skin for the hate
Oh and bitch, I just got in
Now they compare me to greats, huh
So I just
young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He ain't a killer but he will if you make him do it
and make eight figures
Turned from a goon to a great young nigga
No complaining just doing what it take young nigga
I was raised in a decade of hate young
that's work
You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh
Nigga, we trying to make that money machine break ('Chine break)
Shootin' up out that van like it's
ex-old lady's things out of the closet
The same closet I had to move my things back in
It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
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