Lyrics:
yeah
I been cooling but I cannot sit back
I ain't tripping, I just need my get back
Pistol play with my brothers, I did that
If he clapping at me, he get
a man and think that that's the way
Maybe they'll get offered some ends and give that ass a shake
But it's okay, they saw you in your videos and It's
that broskis gone for real
Can someone pinch me so I know it’s real
Ain't no eyes but they see
Only got one message reply on my knees
Brother saw
the head I nick named her vicious
D-O-P-E in swishers
Got bitches by the sisters
I love all my brothers we fuck baby mothers
But due to the fact that
They
eyes
They're so blind
Let's get it, Charlie, I'm ready
You can say it all what you say
I know some niggas that did some backdoor shit i Ain't his mans
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thirty-three?
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun?
Don't forget
team undefeated all you know is lose
I just wanted to get that off my chest
RIP and free all my brothers
This life shit crazy man
Yeah
shit and made first down, so now it's time to up the score
He ain't know what I meant by overseas, was waitin' at the shore
A nigga walkin' with a vest,
from the freestyle
Off to segregate it
At the hip-hop club in Europe
Getting jaded by the bouncer at the doe
even thou there ain't no whites only section
Man that thing ran slow
Mom and Pops at the crib
Told me bless my plate
That government cheese for dinner
We on Section 8
Plus it's hard Mom sick Daddy
need me a jay
All of this anger inside of my body, I just want to go head and get him today
E on go, he gon' shoot with a drake
I'm shooting with him hop
all the time
Now its just black on black on black crime
(Oh Brother no)
Pick a brother up if he fall down
One fall then we all fall now we all down
Oh, pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Turned on by how the dress was fittin' right
Short and backless
Oh, pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Turned on by how the dress was fittin' right
Short and backless
With a right hook to the jaw life shook the see-saw
It's alright
Look at me, Ma
Look at my accomplishments
I often wish my oculus saw you sit amongst
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
I don't understand this shit man!
Sisters walkin around got it twisted
Brothers rollin around like they holdin
The shit is out of control
It's out
free it's all the same
Pussy has no name or no face
Some love the way it taste
And I know that
See baby wanna blow that
I take her to the mic booth
it's done
These are talking leaves, my son
The white men's talking leaves"
The white man takes a berry of black and red
And an eagle's feather from
the angel Dressed in All Black
In my dream's
Death around the corner
I think he's coming to me
Life ain't shit
They'd rather feed the greed
Open my third eye
snitching
Thought they was finna' stay the same
But they start acting different
Yeah
And all my brothers eagles with the greatest vision
Man I got the bars
perpetuated by our enemies
God calls them Edomites, man-stealers, they super thieves
They cave dwellers, slave sellers
They jealous cause they'll never be, not
'd rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie -- late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar -- he left Kid brother
my guy I'm on life saving
One call, there, on job, no joke
When it comes to family I don't choke
My brother there, yeah I hope
'Cause you can't know
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