Lyrics:
the world famous
Ayo we make it happen the boys be rappin ny heat throwers mt Vernon and staten
Writers: Chaisurat Taylor and Dennis Coles
Produced by
care 'bout what we speaking 'bout
I know that they just wanna see us down
No, no, no, no, no
Nah, fuck that
Yeah them cops steadily killing us
If we
us,
You mans are anything,
(Melo-D)
Them mans ova there,
They're anything,anything,
Step 2 my flow,
They get banged out quickting,
Pull out my
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
LeBron
Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon
Body found by the Swans, nigga missing both of his arms
I ain't playing
I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat
Shoot
Tortured by memories they can never erase
In the ruins of trauma, for Tikkun Olam, I brace
It's time for us to rebuild the world, set Vachtu's Pain
Rest in peace George Floyd
Breonna Taylor
Ahmaud Arbery
And all the senseless deaths
By
Police brutality
Can't stand for it no more
Gotta do better
off
Shook and twist the jars
And dope on my mommas stove top
By the time she came back from church boy
I bet you I had an O stocked
In the middle
probably thinkin'
Oh shit, it's Taylor again
What kind of bullshit does he have for us now
Well listen up, I reinvented my sound
And it's going down right
to take after)
I hear a voice it calls my name (Jordyn Taylor won't you send them my praises)
Take a look frame by frame (the Bible tells us if you look
stealin/super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the ceilin
See there aint enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown/throw down
Your best style i'll bust
Check one, two
Aw, nah
Your attention, please! Your attention
I need it so I can sit you in a
Position from which I see it
Where I'm seated is
like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin'
Taylors, Dickies and thug grammar
G's full of they evil ways like Santana
[Hook]2x
Welcome to the golden state
Westcoast California where tha one time hate
and Jose Happiness
Drift with Smokey, Bill Medley, Bobby Taylor, and Otis Redding.
Soul music where frustrations are washed by drums, Nina and Miriam
by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall
makin' this money, this how it goes my nigga
Rollin' and blowin' it by the O, my nigga
Sippin' and smokin', that's how I get it in motion
Smokin'
rollin
Time Grab the crowns and starts the restitutions
They try to decimate us,
We're really underestimated
Truly underrated.
Oh we are kings and queens
James Dean
Young fine smart Naija boys
We no dey make noise
Getting dolls
Audi Benz are toys
Barely ever floss
What's the point
All we crave na funds
Rich
don't meet
Black as the bottom of Chuck Taylors, black on some "Fuck haters"
Black as the burned rubber hittin' donuts in front of the store where two
and Dean
On the thinnest of ice
And I talk in my sleep and I twitch and I writhe
Cos I'm torn by a dream where we literally thrive
Not the same story
Ahh Taylor Made
You are in a deep sleep... but when you wake up from this sleep
You must follow her
She is the key
Go get her Taylor Made... go grab
Last night I almost broke down
But I’m good and composed now
The powers that be are now shook
Fear growing, I can see it in their eyes
Now is not
Remind us that we're Taylor Made
Through all the trials you face
I'm only guilty if I don't stop the hate
Don't let my pigmentation
Encourage your
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