Lyrics:
to die,
American propaganda, South African lies
Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride,
Ands I won't fight by his rules that's
rich out put mi pain ina the music let the melodies out chop e lite d weed an pass it find the remedy no matic pon mi belly but mi prayers knock mi
enemies but really it's the system
Y'all will shoot your brothers when lies placed you against them
That's Willie Lynch-ism and still we with sick symptoms
get a favor
Now im getting rich you can't afford to be my neighbor
Wasn't born with a cape so i aint trying to save the world
They'll nail ya
goodbye to you now
With the wolves at our door, you just stood
All the signs I foretold you ignored
With your enemies out for your rich royal blood
Your
youngens
now I don't know who's who
Still got this cutter but only tryna cut tru
My don with the straps got drew by the blue blue
He should a parked it
Love I got enemies
I bet the witness can go
Blind he get wit that stick
Ugh
Prosecutor forgot his
Super glue now case
Dismissed
Hall of fame could've got
cousins
Or play roulette
And get hit by the dozens
I bag hoes for da hell of it, No I ain't telling shit
G wit some etiquette
Rich street nigga
Play dumb
There was a land I used to know
The peace was there but war was known
Surrounded by the mountains high
Kingdom of the brave mankind
Harvest rich
fuck with me because
I be talking my shit
Niggas be fronting for media
But is that really who you is
Niggas gonna make enemies
A lot enemies
A lot niggas
the street made me oh lord forgive
Me for my sins never sin again protect
Who's left and watch our steps Hundred enemies with fifty bullets
One shot two men
meet me on the side
I look around and see a generation damaged
By the general perception that to meet a social standard
A nigga has to keep himself
Everyone wanna be rich everyone wanna be famous
My bars are so sick that they might be contagious
I’m really in my element got flows that fill
Yeah (Secure enemy!)
Yeah, look (If they do not surrender, shoot 'em on sight)
Talking to my momma half the time (Shoot on sight)
Talking to my
things, couldn't find the words to explain
The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I
But I can't get too high, cause I
growin' out of my prime
I thought I was ready, it really wasn't my time, I know
I live in my head
I said I'd be rich and I did what I did
But I don't do
the poor man on the street and to the rich man
I'm a sinner, I'm a beggar and I'm a freak
Everyday you all just pass me by, can't you see me?
Please don't
enemies ex-styled is what make men true
I'm blacking just like Jamaicans do
I'm running long side your coupe
Tapping guns on your Wrathe window
Like ox
and profit is not my amenity
I'm just here to get popped by the cops
Get popular so I can discredited in a documentary by the enemy
While in a homicidal,
Here we go again (okay), big body Benz (skrrt)
Cut off all my friends (yeah), choppers for my enemies
Go and ask the streets about Lil' Dominique,
world, but what's the cause?
No wonder why these niggas be sounding lost
Rhyming is a memory
The assembly line rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop
American propaganda, South African lies
Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride
And I won't fight by his rules, that's foolishness
this, either with the rhyme or the fist
How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?
I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch
Lyin' to the enemies
Alright boys
I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah)
I need you vigilant out there (yeah)
So keep your head up
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