Lyrics:
gown
My flag brown, I still crack (uh)
By my nuts my pill sack (uh)
Five sluts think I'm that (uh)
Started actin' I still rap (uh)
If it gets slow I
since I was 16
Came to my senses
I'm African-American, I'm African
I'm black as the moon
Heritage of a small village
Pardon my residence
Came from
(Get money…
Too fast for the po po’,
Too fast for the po’ po’, Po’ po’)
Too fast for the Po’ po’
You move slow that’s a no no
Get money by
of
Me, who, me
I had to figure it out with no help
I had to put all that doubted behind me
And I had to get this thing all by myself
I know we all trynna
Sitting back, take a swig of this rum
Inspired by the vibrations from the kick of this drum
My mind makes me revisit the slums
I come from where
live by, ways I kiss by
We all murderers in the eyes of all ours
So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car
When I spit sixteen's you gonna wish
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up
[Hook]
[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
so you better get, concerned
My challenger, check the calendar
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt
With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be
I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick
Ridin Paseo, not in the day though,
Cherish the day, but then roll out when the day go,
Ridin away yo pain and sorrow,
Live for today cause you might
coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
We rubberband it by the tens
Product of the slums with
Rich white folks' money
And the police got no love for me
But I'm not scared of nothin'
Mass incarcerate us
Man and then they call
to suns, it's cold outside got my
Shirt like I’m feeling i be smoking chronic
You be smokin' that midget
One by one by one
Like bitches that money I get it
in
He said he'd call her when he gets
There but her phone don't ring
And in that moment, she knows
Her dad planned the whole thing
Akin got rushed by
the Dunn, P., but not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike
theory though
Cause you can get beat by sarz
Ain't speaking bout Osaretin yo
These niggas bunch of Jon Snows
They know nothing
Flow's rotten
Bend the knee
Theory Though
Cause You Can Get Beat by Sarz
Ain't Speaking Bout Osaretin Yo
These Niggas Bunch of Jon Snows
They Know Nothing
Flow's Rotten
Bend the Knee
to close shop
Don't no body wanna die
No one wanna get popped
So the gun run tings, wall street to the block
Bully's come around and make your whole village
take it away
I want a house by the lake
My account fulla cakes
Super models that'll kid
Be my spouse for the day
Out to get paid, I got a motivated
trust nobody
I've been betrayed by everybody around
Cracking jokes I don't laugh much
For help I never could ask much
If I'm down an out I get passed
cause I know where I'm from
Get trapped in the slums without my gun
And I'm still hittin' scams, I'm tryna get funds
Wherever I go, boy, you know I'm
niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin'
One! Day a time of alcohol it takes to get by
Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high
One,
solo so low soulo soulo…
I die, I die solo so low soulo soulo…
Live alone die alone
Smoke by myself I'll be fryd alone
My confinement is solitaire,
see what I see
The temple needs water the village needs peace
Come join us in the circle where everybody lives free
Enough love to go around come
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