Lyrics:
Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand
blood money with a crip
My dog getting out, money orders off the rip, boy
Spend a car note on my fit, boy
Manute Bol hanging off my clip, boy
Niggas
the score
Making plays, yeah, we always making noise
I was trying everything I can
To just make you mine
Yeah, my body don't feel well
I'm thinking 'bout
catching hernias
'cause yo, I take it serious
My sneaky dad dropped all his money in Nigeria
Every Puerto Rican here be yellin', "Please annex us!"
"Oh, are
Why do you
Wanna screw me over When it's half past two
Tell me im the problem I stayed over for you
Risked all of my morals just to lie by you
Wonder why Malcom X made 'em shake
I'm Making my days count like I'm (Muhammad) Ali
Martin (Luther King jr) would b ashamed by the hate
That's why I'm jus
Hoping it's not over when we cross the bay
Too much can get in our heads
Chasing happy ever afters
I'll try to do my best, to clear out your mind
One day
trust the stranger with cand
Ee EEK! Run to the car, broke the hand
le off the door, lit the cand
le as the forest expands
No time for errands
Only time
sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel, for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats, they sneak me in
sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel, for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats, they sneak me in
(Na, try down across the street, I
Think that nigga keep one, i don't know)
I'm finna head over there and
I'mma be right back
(Fuck what you doing, man?
figured by now he's looking shabby
The city isn't always happy, millions of stories, drive us whappy
Now they're arguing over who should change the nappy
swear all my boys are with me
Rapping in French
What do you mean
I swear I'll never be over the line
All my niggas making cocaine
You making it ok
You
label selling
Fables over the table
Made a choice to disconnect my cable
I wasn't able to see pictures
Of a dying youth i put my self in a position
Where
the motherfucking slaps
I see you, boy
Shout out the OG, Uncle Damien
Hit niggas over the head with this wisdom
They don't see where you're coming from
Also, shout
to end up in a fight
Better believe when you hear its on sight
Go head and give up you're not winning tonight
You're taking my class
You ain't gonna pass
honest baby, do you like what you see
Wish you didn't go fuck it up with me
All these thoughts running through your head
Picture someone new laying in my
to escape Shaine got knocked down by her father’s car she got badly injured, she was taken to the hospital, while she was at the hospital she felt
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
Voices - KP
All of these voices they sing in my head
Keep on replaying the shit that they said
Talking bout making my way to the top
Cause I stay
and take my hand
With you by my side I feel like there's nothing I cant do so I'm just saying
Hold on tight until its over
I believe, I believe, I believe I
are (get back)
Have the police ever pulled you over just to say nice car (true story)/who am I kidding im a star (huh)
I stayed solid (that's right) I
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