Lyrics:
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Land taken by forced enslavement
Renamed and paved with hatred
This bitch has been blatantly racist
Our hands up, you still shoot
We can't breathe.
dreams
Somеone's killing me, am I sane?
My life is pain and I'm stressing
Brothas be trippin'
They open fire where I rest, hopin' for death
But I'm still
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
dissin' me
Mom's grabbed me
And then she gets to kissin' me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don't know why
I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
Six by nines through theses door panels
Make a bunch of noise
I'm mobbin' on these back
Streets and city blocks
Middle finger every cop
Chevy block
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground,
Keep it burning
We gone make it last forever
So when leave tomorrow
I'll still smell the campfire on your sweater
I'm at the
Cabin by the, lake
Caught up
still revolvin'
Uptight and still mobbin'
Blacks still sling cracks and know I know why they call it
Fishscale, from Colombia to New York on a boat
Check it out (Con-Con-Conductor)
Yeah, Con, you know I got you
My brother, for real
This family right here, yeah
Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still
nigga
Oh, why?
When my mama last her job, after that
Couldn't pay the rent
Moved to my auntie's, slept on the couch
But it still ain't make no sense
I
words wreck
I'm a Psycho, ill with the voco-loco
Heard a sick pedo noco noco by coasta logo
Gas mask with the gangsta strollo
Got a piece that will
still so fly when I slide man
Plus I'm lethal fully loaded ain't no takin' my ride man
We gangsta
And it ain't too much you can do to stop us
Don't try
(Yeah)
They used to sleep on me, thought a young nigga was average (for real)
Still a slumdog, now I'm fuckin' bitches in a palace
We couldn't
You know my mama live in a million dollar home
And my sister she still in high school
She just got suspended for fighting two white boys, man,
licks
My b*tch she stayed up in the Six Owe's
Mobbin on my ten toes
Life was real simple
Surrounded by my new friends
And I don't know my kinfolk
Don't
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
to train, so many ways
And I'm amazed, but not amused as such
We all brothers but some of us gettin caught in the clutch
Another, day go by another, day's
Lemme tell you why I’m mad tho
We been mobbin for some years now
We done made it thru some tears now
We was almost past the fears now
Look, lemme
faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit
[After every line in verse]
[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin' niggaz wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my
to get by
No money in my pocket but I was still fly
Curled to my neck but I got respect
And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex
And oh my
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
Sponsoered by Beretta
Me and my niggas we mobbin'
Like the GoodFellas
Yeah
Run it up baby I'm forever bossly
Get rid of ex and O's
Don't you ever cross me
When
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