Lyrics:
that before I catch court cases
Locked up by Caucasians, claustrophobic
Boxed in like a new Porsche rollin'
Stones on my wrist, iceberg, Titanic frozen
K
on it from the get-go
This shit is simple
I need my cash now too impatient for the crypto
Two open cases, different states shit in limbo
I'm still
princess everyday give it up
For the girl from one two ninth and Malcom X
A couple weeks go by I see her struttin' through
Black eye busted lip girl what
on as well
Blunts got my mind in the zone
The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pelle's
True to the shine on his bone
Somebody beating up the block on fresh
Somebody help me
I want my baby by my side
This that triumphant shit
And goddamn I was born for it
When I walk from you don’t say I didn’t warn you
the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me
to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet
Just a loaded 45
Case somebody tries fucking with me
I don't wanna to worry bout us
Only us I'm worried bout is
I
Myself
And me
Only give
saying that I'm a god but I'm just saying that I'm just somebody that you can hurt
No I ain't talking about the feelings baby that's absurd
All I'm saying
[Female: We're sitting here with Eazy E]
Believe that
[Female: How are you doing ?]
Allright
[Female: So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life
[Female: We're sitting here with Eazy E]
Believe that
[Female: How are you doing ?]
Allright
[Female: So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life
neither give nor take
And your music that sounds like pile of shit on tape
I don't know who I'm battling, let's close that case
I'm self-aware like, bro...
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
"Gangster Rap has become incredibly popular and profitable
By selling lyrics about black-on-black violence"
"It's not actually a form of music"
a case I kill who heard something last
My niggas turn this bitch into the purge when they mad
3 deep and we riding in a jeep
All black but I know dem
And nigga, I ain't talkin' paper
Clips runnin' through your body
Like a rebel from a chaser
Ain't nobody lyin', asked the judge who closed the case up
This for
Keep your circle tight
Trust no one, nobody (nobody, nobody, no no no)
DJ Khaled!
Gotta be careful who you trusting
Be aware of your
truck with a deaf black G-Lock in case we out of luck
Cause with these haters you gotta keep your strap
Cause we taking all their sugars now they tryin
the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
barefoot, that bare soul
I bare the load oh
Solo, by myself
Dolo, Frodo from uh
Lord of The Rings
So I guess I have to bare it alone
My precious won't
It's politics, it's all a fix, set up by these white blue-collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music with a subliminal ball of tricks
But
hands
Your waist
Shine bright
That's my fate
That's my fate yeah
Envision this
Limo tint
Back seat
Luxury
Black shades
Champagne
Real player
Real plays
My
I'm a cloud drifting by
Dripping tears from the sky
I'm a snail without a shell
A leper with a golden bell
I've got nowhere to do
I'm a stray cat
the fight, there's still the war
Coming to light but it blinds you instead
What will you do, just how will you
Dare we walk your trail of tears, lead by fears
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