Lyrics:
a Glock he don't know how to act he ain't tuckin' the steel
Police get behind and I'm punching the wheel
I told them pipe down get some act right
Cause we
imposters give you a bowl of superstition
It's GOD over Money honey, the New Edition
I make my peace by bathing beneath the crucifixion
While they Judas
I wanna hit from behind, while you take a couple lines
Gimme good brain like Einstein
I know you heard it's my time
You see my people keep dying
This is my sacrifice
My wretched life passing by
Here is some sound advice
Everybody gonna die
Everybody gonna die, aye
Don't matter how hard you
the maker
Grow up and stay home
Not all cops are bad
Get that out of your head
Not everybody is bad
Not all white people are privileged
Black lives matter
you hit I don't care what it cost
I fucked up the game you know that I'm raw
You know I'm a menace can't tell what I saw
Bitch I ran up these digits
and jackin' marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday, G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin' down the barrel of my
to multiply your health
In time we'll rise when the sun shines
This is the life we live, I'm just getting by
The dream we live to stackin' cream
You know how it
Original rude bwoy on your scene
Haha ha ha ha!
Everybody light your blunts get your smoke on
Haha
All you bitches drop your drawers, witcha stinkin'
important
That's why she tryna be all in my section with liquor pouring
Six in the morning, police at my door
Guns by the bed, money in the floor
Otherwise I live the real live back in the BX
Known for transformin on rappers like I'm Jesus
You didn't know I order hits and what not?
Don't make me
took a fall
That's how it goes down
Dope fiend still get high
While dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
You want to live in
even hit you on MySpace like two years ago, you the truth
Anyway, I'm 'bout to drop a new mixtape
Two of 'em, Cabin Fever and Kush & Orange Juice, I
Too down to gloat
Too drenched to dry
I'll pay my debts
By getting loans
I'm getting hit by sticks and stones
And poems
Call the police
Tell them,
the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggas in too deep, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's all real, what, what
Live, nigga what, what, nigga
Uh
Yo, ayy,
police
Me and my bros we threw away the keys that mean we locked in
For you I gotta send shots, and for you any nigga get boxed in
I don't really got no
my ride or die
I never put special effects on the truth
That's for nigga who live pyro life
It took a lot to get my co-sign
Even though they see me
on the side
Helpin' homies catch a ride, ain't nobody got the time
You wanna' to live it? You want the fame
You gotta get it, brutal truth is king
Do you really
learn, you can't show your face
Got hoed when I first got to cali but hit the whole state
I a take a break from rap to make some racks
I live a double life
Press my chest
Crawling out the crest, I'm upset
Why we live in streets where police won't step
Police this debt
And cease unrest
We gone finally find
in the 2 in 1,
Catch me in the 2 in 1
Live fast, die young
A man of my word or I live by the pun
Like I’m in the lambo,
Scissors doors,
Yellow roof,
Yeah
Break my back, I break my bones
I break my bank to fight for truth
Take my facts, and check my notes
If I don't sing a survivors tune
I stand by
right yea yea yea)
What you talkin' about yea
The next millennium rap now everybody listen
Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission
Watch
The motion is to go from a token into a coupe
But stay focused cuz its niggas out hoping to hit ya roof
Truth, for awhile I had to find myself
Yall was tryna
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