Lyrics:
put his face on a T
It's T-R-U-M-P, It's Trump
A G to the O-A-T, the GOAT
Singin' F-U-A-O-C
Why you stay on my D
I ride for my brother, I die for my
I'm lookin' for that bitch that said she dragged me by the sto'.
Bitch, all that fuckin' capping the fade was fair, you already know
Man, I can't
licensed by midway but I don't feel like playing rounds
I'm pouring lean in Wisconsin baby ima brewer
Know i got it from the bottom not the mud I'm from
a true drop
of rhymes my coltivation
atracting more brothers then Kennedy Station
resigning I'll refine my lines
and poor the metaphore while the blind
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Francois:
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1.Monkeys, Whales, Bugs
I'm just looking for some water
NOVAGANG, we creeping, yeah, we lurking
I'ma ride, I'ma die for my brothers
Hit the gas then speed off, I'm racing
Ran
albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
When you're weary, feelin small
And tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I am by your side
When times get tough
And friends just can't be found
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
I ain't impressed by a killer
I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in
color yet they're turning red from the blood shed by their fellow brothers
I see my sisters struggle for assistance from their fellow sisters and get
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
Lebanon,
His people died by the Missile
A white boy I know,
His brother died sniffin' crystal
Different mothers
And different colors
That ain't
on killer mode,
My date nights are on thriller mode,
Rappers' album’s filler mode,
A Silverback Gorilla in Atilla mode,
I don’t need the Gram,
To tell me who
saved
By placing my faith in Jesus Christ
The one who arose from the grave
The first concert that I been to
Was the Storytellers
Brothers Incorporated
showed Christology In Layman's Terms
And I got amped
I said this Brother is nice
The way he was reppin for Christ
Shedding light to the masses
When he
was barely 5 for 5 minutes
Was only in it for the image
Claiming top 5, but top 5 is too gifted
And it's taken by a couple of my brothers, don't get it
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
album did for black folk's self esteem was so important,
I got concerned when she got sick on the road, she ain't heavy,
I'm her brother and I wished
The streets will hook u
Or they'll uppercut ya
I've been influenced
By school truants
& righteous students
Obeyed the law
But still victims
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