Lyrics:
what
Nigga runnin' in your house for the brown bag
Feds wanna know how much in the brown bag
Nigga swinging that stick for the brown bag
Your bitch even
in the WiFi
Of side mex side. Blue like the sky
Paisas connected as your daughter in the WiFi
The coupe ... Same color of Wesley
brown
Who's been up to keep the world from drown?
[Verse 2]
I think I'm afraid
Cause all I see is a stagnating society
Led by dickheads what a shame.
there for you
For your love I ll be patient
Slow by slow we going to make it through
You got me feeling amazing like wowowowow!
Every time I keep
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
always keep it positive
All this here is anything its nothing like a novelty
Always spitting conscious for the kids that live in poverty
Graft for your
rage, rage, rage (It's your way to keep us silent)
Eric Garner
Michael Brown
Tamir Rice
Stephon Clark
Breonna Taylor
Alton Sterling
Walter Scott
Philando
called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake
Prelude: Travis Scott, Hailey Orion & Deezie Brown
And like Austin doesn't even get popularized like that because there's like no rapper from Austin
from distance when the name rings bells you feel the suction
So in order to survive while going to J-Live
realize to speak wise by the way your lyrics
the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your
put a hole in your son while he's holding your sun chips
While you're over there with a chip on your shoulder
Like you Hova or some shit
Your flow is
killed by police, it still hurts a lot
Don't ever let their memory die
Keep them in your mind's eye
And sing to the sky
Oooouu; Talk to the one you lost,
Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hmm
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do your
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
Now Keep your eyes on the leather
The zoom of this mass.
Everybody is all together
Same working class
It's the streets it's the beat it's the hum
Not
ain't seen nothin'
Ya gurl is persistent, she ain't stoppin'
Man she say she want a hood nigga
I keep the purp by the pound
The trunk stay bumpin,
ain't seen nothin'
Ya gurl is persistent, she ain't stoppin'
Man she say she want a hood nigga
I keep the purp by the pound
The trunk stay bumpin,
ain't seen nothin'
Ya gurl is persistent, she ain't stoppin'
Man she say she want a hood nigga
I keep the purp by the pound
The trunk stay bumpin,
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
open they eyes
Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan
Not just his b**** I'm like his main man
Act shifty your resistance gone swiftly
Cant understand some of these
Rhymin' in circles
Now patriotic emcees
On bent knees
By six degrees
Lord have mercy
Even the voice of god
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
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