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That hand that used to hold me gently
Doesn't know when to let me go
It holds too tight now
And we just fight now
Where is the love
You
your people by surprise
Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life?
You still gonna pay the price, and I just might go pick up
(Fuckin' Abelton is tweakin', Pippy what do you gotta say to them? Nothing)
Always drive slow with my eyes low, I don't give a fuck what you have
would buy the whole store
But my son we just ain't paid that way
Leggo get some food with Link
Go home and eat off of paper plates
You know that sound
or better go home
So my hoe gotta postpone, now she got a little attitude, I really hate those
Can never fake it till I make it, so I lay low, I had
A moment im with you I'm buried instead
Blinded by sufferings left in my head
Afraid of what will come when I hit the bed
Take one step forward and two steps
In the living room, a microfone,rolling, spitting,
Mixing, playin Yu-Gi-Oh!
Neighbours yellin, turn that shit down or you go, but I turn the volume up
make these bitches go for ten a piece
I'm in my own lane
Imma show these niggas how its supposed to be
I do my own thing
I don’t want these pussy
僕等で変えていくだけ
Gotta Do It! Fight & Fight，
Step by Step, Try & Try
Let's Go! All Together
手と手握り強く願う
僕らの未来Revolution
M-Revolution
君がいないと始まらないよ
M-Revolution
Y'all trap and move bricks, I'ma build a settlement
Since I can pay with bigger bills, now I expect a change
You be chasing hoes, I'm chased by hoes, we
on the lights, you feel the rumble
Man, I feel like Fred up in the jungle
Really gotta go again pretend I'm humble
Pop out and I shout not giving em fuck all
reality, you gotta go
The wolf's knocking at my door
Don't let him in
De Vinci, Galileo, Darwin, Mary Magdalene
Kick down all the doors
Spray paint
There ain't no closin' time
And no rules to go by
Hey, hey now
Don't you wanna come down
Bring your guitar
Here we play music with our own sound
I'm so tired
I Fall asleep when I speak to you
Tonight
Close my mind
In my dreams I am known by you
Alright
We've been dreaming differently
coasting
In and out of range, to maintain
I switch up the timing
Keep surprising, line by line
A continuous jabbing unto you, into your pressure spot
I
They all talk about keeping it real
But the second that it pop up let your homeboy squeel
Let it go you ain't ready for drama
Get you sore for trying
A million to be saved not a million in a march [All riders]
God has got some plans for you man
Gotta understand the plan if you can lift them hands
To prosper
(Slavens)
Gotta wonder how you sleep at night
With the front door locked
And the windows drawn up tight
In your castle up on the hill
Baby, baby, do
This is ghetto gospel, we gotta politic
Riot quick, pull out the guns and body shit
I don't give a fuck who you go and get
Its Black Child
I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
I hate the man, yeah, I ran
To HBO and stole
six different strands
would lock together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good
with some watermelon albums sellin
[G. Dep]
I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit
Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip
I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit
television
Wishing you was one of the motherfuckers on the television
Get up off your ass and go and get you somethin'
I see you talking 'bout it but you
(I built my own team)
Grew up watchin' Master P and Baby on the TV screen (yeah)
I had to hustle, my family full of dope fiends (damn)
Years go by
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