Lyrics:
and radio one on and on and on and on and on and on and on and another England shirt out in the sun spring falls in pink on the black top and cracks black
twice thats how it is
Verse 2
Coming up without a father nigga daddy in jail
Mama gotta raise a man help lil daddy prevail
Though the odds stacked
Duffel bag filled up wit hunnits that's how I want it (Work)
Two bitches still in the kitchen, water whippin' (Skrrt)
Foreigns in and out the garage that's
Just another area
That shows I got soul
I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La
I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya
I'm known for
INTRO: Badda badda ay yo rest in peace George Floyd and all of my brothers and sisters that's been taken by this racist system, This is the last
at them by the bikini
I know all of you ain't believe in this magical Bully Coutini
This all out war there ain't no treaty
I already know exactly what
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And another England shirt out in the sun
Spring falls in pink on the black top and cracks
Black and yellow tape covers the scene of a break in
And every
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
Wake up
To the ghost of you
Lying next to me in this bed for two
You said so much by saying nothing at all
You just kicked me to the curb
And now I'm
Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
Big boy, I been tryna buy the Braves
Court room soundin' like I'm in
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up
'Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
See I'm off the wall nigga, Horse mentality
I'm
coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show
Haymarket. This is stonewall
This Tunisia this the Berlin Wall
What side of history will you sit on?
Go find a quote by Dr. King to codify your views
And show
a rebel revolution
It's fightin' for pieces
Burn baby burn
It's a brick in the wall
It's the first one to stand
And the last one to fall
It's a hip
We got some jalapeno poppers but it's not enough to stop her
Now that's a maintainer in an airtight container
Two solo cups in my hand; one
standing, I was landing
Two one hand, one man bands jamming in tandem
He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps man's laps in a hand
the wall
Then humped my way to king
Pretty little thing
Bumping with a drink
Looking prettier in pink
Kiss the ring no strings no ink
The city never sleeps
but now a nigga back in it
Two bad bitches with me got em lurking
Wanna hurt me
Say she want another chance but nawl sheon deserve it
I know that I
the lungs and I'm A-OK
Got the krypt get a rip if it's brick get away
We rollin' deep in the bus puffin' skunk by the eighths
It's Unexplanetory
Kottonmouth
the glue in Bugatti
That was bro there just call me he say he spooked him
He shot him he say he ran but he got em
He tossed the scrap now he outty bust two
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
Let's be clear about a thing or two,
This is not a fase, that i'm going through
How the hell did I end up in this mess
I'm bing chased by broads
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
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