Lyrics:
in the shells like a taco that's what he ate
You went to work but you aint seen him yo homie
I snuck in his crib and I shot him bitch you are
where the land where the milk flows
Earthbound to mortals what they lack the Brother will know
I'm buildin temples made of MANY dimensions
Illogic
ima book a flight
I'm a lover not a fighter but I fight for what I love
That's enough, p*ssy n*ggas running in yo DMs Tough
I could tell, if I tuck it
of
Greatness is in our blood
What are we so afraid of?
The power it lies within us
Remember what we're made of
Greatness is in our blood
Understand where I'm comin' from the D-P to the G-the-see
The niggas who trip, niggas that dipped
Niggas that conversate with the Bloods or Crips
It's
waiting for?
(I'm not the madman! YOU'RE the madman!)
What are you still waiting for?
Why is your faith no more?
(Don't you look at me that way!
Throwing up blood.
Fuck it Lay, let's sign our life away!
You see me
I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no
lapping the game the tracks that I'm on are the beats that I slay
Hard like tree and I'm throwing my shade with the blood on my leaves I'm making a stain
I
what was on the other side
Of that door should have made me turn back then
But I haven't got the heart to not
Soldier it on through adversity
I'm from
childish ways
I'm trying to figure out what life's all about
Guess I'm seeing how things are rolling out
From all the decisions I made
In my younger days
hood call
Me Nettles, fuck it, who are you?
Didn't ride out or trap before me
Scored a point on a opp
Made a rack before me
Shawty asking if I meant what
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
there could get the
Top off you made in stores I'm made for war
Could get you knocked off I'm paid in full you
Tiger Woods and this is not golf Hebrew
are only excuses
To call back and keep refusing
Then they ask if I'm okay
I don't wanna talk about it is what I say
Then they get mad and throw it back
that dark
Infact I’ll see you at the park
Blood don’t ask me bout anything I don’t know
Better yet anything that I know
I’m not gonna be that snake that
but they won't defeat me
I'm going hard from now on throughout all the seasons
The year just starting I'm already seeing R.I.P
I tell the lil homie be
(Verse)
(Yeah Yeah )
Melanated so they love to hate it
Young black and gifted plus I’m educated (plus I’m educated )
Yeah Yeah
R.I.P to Breonna Taylor
What's the American Dream? Makin makin money
keepin pistols and shit, 'cause ain't a damn thing funny
Niggas around my block be actin so crummy
Wit
on Clear Creek, it was me, pops, Uncle P
That summer taught me a life lesson, thats work hard for ya dreams
Now I'm 24, trying to stack a couple million
Came
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool
Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents
I'm gonna be perfectly frank
Would you like
So I'm slipping and sliding right 'til the death
Then location the vault where they keep all the bread
Will I have blood on my hands
Tell me, will I be
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
to dream
So what you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
You can run, you can hide
But when you are chosen
The walls they close in
Your forefathers look you
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