Lyrics:
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
These children are living in
A world where their
Friends, their brothers, their
Sisters, their cousins
Their classmates are dying violently
They are
Mammon, the conspiracy of wealth confirmed hour by hour
in the blood-splattered corridors of absolute power.
Oh, my brothers, my sisters
and all your
5 White boys do my taxes ain't talking N Sync
Brothers and my gang we on go all in sync
You done dropped an album after album
nigga it stinked
Plays
Why ain't you just tell me you was lonely?
You know you ain't gotta be by yourself
I know it's getting hard, but this a lesson
You're never gonna
non-talent motherfuckers are stealing my spotlight in a dumb way
This is no game, this ain't JB, this a straight shoot
I knew by the end of this album, I
body of work and the album, The Negro Spirit.
Finally, in the Spirit of my Uncle, Pastor George Bullock, who was raised on the farm with his brother
Too scared to fall in love
Who's your daddy
How fucking rad
Once you get on that bus you ain't got no mama no more
You got your brothers on the team
And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
separated by the different worlds
If and only we can talk bet you we'd be switching girls
My other half gone when my brother passed on
Feeling like my wrath
got invited to a party,
but I stayed home instead
Just me and my pal Johnny Walker,
and his brothers Black and Red
And we drank alone, yeah,
with nobody
grab that
Like Mr. Long, my brother from another mother
Yo check it out
(Bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, see'mon!)
Speak to your speaker,
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
world
You and my brother will never be far from my mind
And though Walker may have taken the glory
History was made by a much bigger story
You were never
so no dripping would show
When they carried out the coffin and hoisted it below
By next Tuesday David's end of the graveyard was noticeably
with the chrome double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers
Now I'm sippin'
Joyland walker just fleed on them
And they released 80 rounds
On the scene
On him damn
To be equal what we always wanted
But you show us that equal
Never
a futon
But the truth be told
I'm thick font on point and bold
I break the mold, I bend don't fold
My soul has been controlled
By the creator
Hit a brother
after who, I know it's not me (Not me)
I'm on the highway to heaven going top speed (Top speed)
I got my brothers in here with me, and they by me (By me)
of their faces
United we stand
I told you my brother
Last week they killed a black man
Next week there be another
By some undercover
With a hidden agenda
He
Mama moved us to Georgia, when I was like six
Got jumped and hung from a tree by some white kids
They left me there to die that's when I knew life
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