Lyrics:
love, want a real thing
We caged birds, song still sing
Be caged birds
Songs never see the light of day
Cut my wings off and I fly away
Crossing
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
a black and white german cow
Big bags
Make the money come in big piles
Racks in
So you know yo bitch stretched out
On the couch
Beat it like smackdown
Flow
Big long dick, I'm in her stomach like a pack of Tums
Real niggas sit inside my section, bitch, quit acting dumb
Please don't get offended by my
faced by the destitute
We celebrate diversity with carnivals and festivals
White supremacy automatically going against us
Huh, the third eye is
of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, beef bout movements,
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin
white bird
Gonna fly right out of here without a single word
But you know you'll break my heart
When I watch you close that door
'Cause I know I won't
a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Bust
homies like a bird
Bust a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But men, the wrong color
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
out by the pound
I asked the lord for mercy
And it’s weighing me down
I never dream the images have ceased
I’m still burdened from feelings of false
flies too low
You watched me burn
Toys with your thumb between my hands
It will would be the last one, I' ever meet your demands
24-7 on a big screen,
distance
Then-We multiply from division
My my
Ny
Blue veins
White stripes
Yankee Fitted
Like nice kid
Must Know one-self
There's no one else
My my
Ny
Go
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
slippin' mickys in the famous grouse
while big bird spreads the word
anybody with a heart votes love
judge dredd, found dead, face down in snoopy's
As I stand by the side of the river watching the virgin Mary float by watching the currents drag her by a low song how long is gone a low song under
Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
On Two A pack too fly
Selling in the street no B by
Why they call it white president
Niggas all I see is this
hoes, we don't love these hoes
These hoes that's the way the game goes
I'm black and proud
With a big 45 and a pack of loud
I stay gased up
My kick door
wooden stick
Or get shot by a cop with a big fat Glock
At the peak of the mountain top, Boros sit
No motherfucker can stay alive when he die, yeti cry
as malignant tumors.
Got them 40 acres coming to us.
Passed that mule for an ass on Zumba - Carumba!
Feel the boom as I zoom on by in a big-body whip.
Glass full
Incarcerated innocents in my Stronger mother's
They kill us then they hide the Evidence under the cover's
Like we bird's think you Comfortable plucking our
back to Massachusetts
Take me back to Cape Cod
It's them doggone big ol' city buildings
I'm ridin' to escape from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin'
under my nails
Can’t trust these niggaz they’ll tell, too much weight cant go to jail
Smoke out the bale, don’t need no scale
They know it’s pressure by
I had a big surprise today while in a ten cent photo play, I
Really saw my old home town way down in Dixieland It was
Simply grand, just to sit
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