Lyrics:
I got you in the mood
You ain't gotta front for me (ain't gotta front)
Know you need a little company (let you roll)
I can tell by how you talk
porches
Never talk bout how you stayed down
Cause niggas would put it on you
I told my niggas stay down
Now we got each other corners
If you ever tried
And the land will be looked after
We send the seeds out in the breeze
Did you think you'd escaped from routine
By changing the script and the scene?
I'm representing for the Kingdom this my faith walk, walk
Walk by faith not by sight this my faith talk, talk
When you see me in your city do your
Verse1:
Tell me that you wanna be my girl
Holding me down while I’m holding you up
My lil shorty my lil boo
Real cute smile with an attitude
Put
step on in the ring because I'm putting on the gloves
You bring down those around you, it's sickening and sad
But I gotta stand by and just listen
you talk about it
You should be about it
And if you ain't about it
You should walk up out it
Cause people standing by ready to test
Anything you ever
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
don't talk to no motherfuckin' law
Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, nigga
Roll through the city, gun by your side
Bangin' with the loud
Yea I'm flowin' with that old school shit
Don't talk down on me or you're gonna get the full clip
Pull up on 'em I might have to bust this dudes lip
Jordan slams a dunk wit the basket
Ballsy, I got ya all three ???? so
Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin yo
Down down
now
Talk through shit
Is therapeutic, how
Know I'm over it
I want you outta my head
Needed you for my art
But this is toxic now
Can't blame the kid
For
Yeah
Told my mom imma die for this yeah(for this)
Had to go ahead change the script - fill in the blanks yeah(the blanks)
Had to go ahead and get it
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
in the furnace
Your facade is designer, but deep down dishonor (Brrr)
You keep your lips sealed if it ain't 'bout a dollar (Benjamins)
Talk behind my
ya girl up and never put it down
Dam
Why you gotta do her like that
Read the script im a flip
Sticking to her like that
Dam
Why you gotta do her like
to slow it down with you
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Chain my hands down, make love
do not trip
Had my own people change how they flip da script
Like how tf they do me like that we was family
Now we don’t even talk I could care less
describable
Why hide it though? Shine bright like a lighter though
Remember, got pride in you, my soul rising, I confide with you
You're my search when I'm down
And she just wanna talk in ear bout yutes
She just wants talk in my bout ear yutes
She was moving loose
Playing duck duck goose
But you know the truth
She
time
The pendulum swinging my way, couldn't be more blind
Niggas talk to the cops? Not even one time
Cause we all going down just like the sub prime
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
They expected us to be
On DVDs talking reckless
They never expected for us to get connected
But you gotta respect it
Expect the unexpected
But you
These shoes streets like I'm off of their socks
You a snack, DVD and your ass got popped
Niggas running up in they ass getting popped
You a old ass nigga
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