Lyrics:
hold our rights for ransom
Tryna get my bands up
But they always take advantage
It's the same shit
Different day
Cause know we the new slaves
Gold chains
Confused and I'm lost
Dazing off and the days gon' cost me
Losing the bonds, and I'm beating a dead horse
Album is still out now, go and cop
Drop
the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my
that I feel I'm chosen
Smokin' thick stogies in a robe by of the ocean
If home is where the heart is
Find me on a solid gold throne wit' a goddess
My
Portfolios on file my art stacked in a pile
Physical to digital samples to scratch
My art is like gold in the pot
Stirr with the drinking gourd a liquid
you hell
And if anyone else wants it you can get it as well
I'm compelled, to write a fucking trilogy here
Three albums pure gold, you niggas still
And I always keep that player shit for the streets
Your man's album hella flimsy, that shit weak
Drapped in some Maktivity for fashion week
She
the gutters, I’m walking right in the boulevard, I still Dey shock em I’m pulling strings like a new guitar
Yeah!!!!!
I came in heavenly, all by myself I put
already spit it
This my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you doin kid we already did it
If rap was a toilet, I woulda already shit it
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East,
well then why
Guided by the strange birds with blue feathers
Sometimes depression visits and that's when I use my wrist as a canvas
And let these powerful emotions flow
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
rapper at all times
Black Album, Fade to Black greatest of all rhymes
Black panther black standard, that the sage goes by
Black power, black leadership
Swimming pool
I love making swimming pools
Whether it's on an enemy ship or ours
It is always cool
You're a fool
If you don't play by the rules
Yer
Got 2 bottles of water by my side
My doubts in my left and my pen in my right
Not ready to choose, I am borrowing time
Do I slaughter the mic or do I
of the Innovation yeah NYC we don't play.
Supersonic Im matrixing my ability
the curse of competence
Yeah man hunted by creativity. Welcome to the album yeah man
That element there, nobody got that
We always start outside of the lines
Filmin' videos outside, sunrise
DIY made the crew supersize
Bunch of gold
a life
Who gives a fuck about a dress when there's death in Palestine?
No pretty gold or blue, it's just black and it's white
And it proves dependent
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
Remember me for being laughed at
The kid with no cash when they asked where the cash at
People hustle all their life with diamonds and gold
The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by
thirteen and good
We had a hotter date it was just a number
She never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick
Almost had me locked up
My aunt
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to
Get fucking paper straight
I'm
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