Lyrics:
Yeah, hahahaha,
We's black again from the face down in the river huh, huh
Mark from tellin' nigga jokes
(oh shit, ain't about a bitch)
Yeah
The Lottery, you know It's all the Same
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain
Taxes stealin' but
Yeah, c'mon, yeah
Some of this ol' hype shit, you know what I'm saying?
Fuck with it, punk nigga, yeah
Here we go with this ill shit, I knew I had
Statik Selektah
Shit got me creeping 'round the block, yeah
From the bar to the penthouse, shit done changed
I'm a pro, I ain't playing in no pick
conscious style
Yo, where all the teachers went
With all that pro-black shit?
Where all the conscious niggas that
Used to chat like this?
See, I remember
they be ragging shit when
I don’t know if them niggas are rapping or
Talking motherfucking Arabic
They act so ill ay, no frills, they should go
Chill
Yeah
I know they keep wondering
I know they keep wondering when this shit gon' stop
Huh, time
Ain't such thing as time, time is man-made
You
Yeah
I'ma tell you like this
You don't know until you know
You never know
And that's real shit, uh (yo)
I'm from where tragedy made us
resist, yeah
Gotta be on my toes, I know niggas wan' push my shit back
Lot of these niggas done folded on me, labels tryna push my shit back
Young nigga
was possible, 'til we accomplished it
Now we accomplices, now we out poppin' shit
I'm gettin' money, the kids gettin' money
I'm droppin' racks
shit (my nigga)
Expectin' me to put some paper behind him, he came 'round for benefits
Locked in on my target, just know if I start it, nigga, I'ma
shit comin' in, I told that bitch, "Hold up" (hold up), stop it" (stop it)
Sock it to a nigga pockets (pockets)
Put it in a nigga mitt (in my hand)
I
and you a rat, bitch, you gon' get ate
Rules to this shit that you can't break, girl, that's the price you pay
Tossed the body clean out the trunk, gun
the porch when? I was never on that bitch (ever)
I ain't have a chance to be a kid, that shit was over with (damn)
They was out here doin' dope, I was
fraudulent
Still hit the bar, get bent (nothin')
He produced it, I'm just talkin' shit
I had a dream, we all got rich (uh)
Not a hatin' bone in my body,
(Cashmoneyap)
Told my man, turn me up
A lot of these niggas be fakin' and flodgin'
We keep this shit thorough
I don't do no cappin', no yappin'
'cause the hood shell-shocked
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
If you come, fuck your braid up on some keto shit
Fam, I used to break the bank
money on your head, spend the rest up in Dior
Paris, me and Don C sittin' front row
Elephant drum on the forty, shit Dumbo
Hole in your forehead, I'm
Um, I'ma motherfuckin' City Girl (period)
(808 Mafia)
I talk shit (yup)
I like money (facts)
I like bags (haha)
The fuck?
Boy, don't ever
(Pipe that shit up, TNT)
Ayy
Nle shit
(Nle the top shotta) no cap (got the bomb like Al-Qaeda)
Ayy, ayy
I got the stick up in my pants, when I
Look
Why when I do this shit they mad?
When they do this shit they glad
On my way to get that bag
No discounts on 5th Ave.
Black girl who's
You might be the worst person I've ever met
I've ever known
You keep doing all that shit that you regret
End up alone
You'd look in my eyes
Tell
on a cloud
Livin' life to the fullest, and smokin' on that good shit
Got to find a way to do it, and now you findin' excuses?
Shorty, get with the movement,
rock, marley marl, put-tin in work
On the west we had Julio g on kday
Mixmaster michael mixin' more in his heyday
Rob 1 droppin' shit so niggas could
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