Lyrics:
nigga, what?
Count up that loot, count up that loot
Look, count up that loot, count up that loot
Look, black on black Benz, young nigga, salute
Look
on the realest soldiers
It's way they despise us, and they just really oppose us
Now I ain't racist, I'm just tryin' tell you what the case is
Feelin'
see it in me
Fast forward after hours dropped
Just another dreamer in the city
Messed with young niggas turning up
King curtis williams showed us
Man, we don't want much
We just want what belong to us
Man, we ain't greedy, we hustlers, nigga
Butch
If I could talk to the old me, I tell him
like i work at lenney's
I walk through the enternece
Had to tell Korey chill he act like meance out my racks like tennis
That 4 by 4 truck it look like
the verse
How they do the hook
Got em' shook-shook-shook, now
I made em look
I ain't satisfied with getting by
I gotta ahead
They be talking like getting
and said tell me son,
“What are your intentions, this daughter’s my only one”
And I said “hey, now...”
We’re still building
I’ll build you up
Brick by
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Seen it all, done it all sang in the
Choir,
Feeling like I'm tenor here only go higher, yeah!
Oleku, tell me something wey I no fit do,
Mi o gbopo gbopo
lived under the system, you now know as Jim crow
Where oppressive Black Codes and state laws created by those brutes
Trapped us in the burning hell
saying, you know, that's the blessing. Now we can go around and look at each other and say, Oh, you got one too?! And be free. And we want to defend
especially if she got a fat ass in some Gucci slips
I look around my city, all I see is fucking pain
niggas doing drive by's and they don't even gotta aim
month pregnant bitch
I'm droppin' any Day' now
If them coroners gotta tell his mama
What I did with that shotty
She gonna sound like Tay
Roc identifyin'
Song: Declaration ft. Brandon Alexander Williams
Artist: RENEGADE EL REY
Intro: How real is this.... (No Justice…. No Peace..) (1….2….1…2…1….2)
by boy you better duck
How the fuck you want a ring but you aint lift a finger
Going back and forth the court and now you look some like Serena
chasing
My down right unamerican dream
There's an empty seat at Neyland down by the goal line
And they're gonna need a new tenor in the choir
All the junk
bitch please
All hell got lose when she drank some booze
I look back at her she was on her knees
Im like damn
She wanna do shrooms in Amsterdam
But I got
when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm
see ah twong ah gwaan
Gyal look mi, true di muscle weh deh pon mi arm
Like Tenor Saw, mi ago ring di damn alarm
And mi nuh mean not ah harm
Mi buck miss
the piss and moaners
Who were calling me away from my work
Another rainy day is in the books
I got ripped off by a girl with rodent looks
She said she was
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
weed
Now I jump in the beemer like Jimmy Schnook
I'm a crook, never play by the book
You can tell by my look
Damn it's been a short time comin'
But you
In Hong Kong
LSD in the cups when we play beer pong
I can't tell which way is left and right or wrong
Damn yo this dose was strong
(Oh by the way)
Your
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy
And bang for my niggas locked up, they can't stop us
It ain't
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