Lyrics:
things to teach you
I just hope that I don't turn
Into Kendrick and you to Keisha
Still a good kid in a system of control
Surrounded by habit's
the fucking truth is over
Took my soul
But I never let go
Didn't lose control
I ain't Usain Bolt
I took things slow
But I took too long
Now a boy fucked up by
Want to be rich and she want to be a star too
God blessing the beat
Brain so fire she a freak and a geek
Cutting the block cheesing like Bobby Flay
I
an it's breaking your jeans
Well you know she's not, so don't play dumb
Little girls walking round trying to give me some
But I tell them like this, I
statistic shot by a racist round
Every time these niggas come through
All I see is violence
Putting cuffs on the kids
Tryna chill on the Island
Aw yeah they
, bust a nigga no response
Rest a hater, respirator, no response
Green light, go time
Where yo block? I know mine
So you know, one time, snitch nigga,
can't fuck with my head
I'm too woke, too spoke, no joke, big tokes
Grabbing hope by the throat and killing it
Coz time for prying is done
Get off your
this money, Ion really even stress shit
Jaccin' R.I.P. TaJ, we stay posted on the block
We bussin' at the opps until we see a body drop
I'm jaccin' all
'm grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
and how you really from Canada
And you been frontin' all this time
I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too
LL Cool J and I did this to you
With so much going on isn't it time for you to crack
Under all this pressure people keep placing upon your back
Kuz I know you're starting to stress
was hardly a kid
I didn't have in mind what the skies might have in
No eyes on a plan so can I take your hand
I'm tainted by past mistakes
I've painted
That's where things fell apart ma, then it stagnated us both
And now the pain is killing you crazy
While all the time in your mind, you knew I was
fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust
It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in
I ever know the truth
How do to deal with the time stealing away your daddy's youth
Story after story of disaster barely missed
You see, common
IS
I'm a blow that Yes I IS
I'm a shooter Yes I IS
Getting all this money baby Yes I DID
I didn't leave nothing left but my right side did
I don't
a deadly blow
And couldn't handle all the toll
So I had tucked away my soul
Had ex up in your name
And I was struggling to cope
I didn't wanna see a ghost
I
thing, I, pray, for, change
And my players in this game it's insane, how this 'caine
Is bringing em pain, youngin' doing time dying by this grind
A-T-L,
ROLLIN RELENTLESS
REVEALING THE REST OF RAW REV UP TO REVERE THIS
RYANNICOLE:
I keep my eyes closed
Listen as the time goes
Listen as the rhymers drone
'm a street poet leave niggaz fadin in my tracks
I stay posted on da block posted up wit da mack
By da 1st of the month Time to pop a new nigga
Steals car steal
turn back the hands of time, God should
Forgive what I did as a kid to run blocks
Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots
The fun stops when
gon' bring in that pain
Stay on your lane, I'm stronger for pain I got a new bang, gotta let that bitch shine
So I call up my name, no, I ain't your man
this time
I see, I see
The prison industrial complex was created for folk that look like me
I got it
I guess you could say I just take issue with our
suckin' it unless I see a buck in it
You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious
Leavin' your crew delirious so you don't take it serious
I'm guessin'
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