Lyrics:
don't care what they may do
I don't care what they may say
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
Jesus is just alright with me
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah
on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout
on my knees, praying they don't grow up to be like me
Do you remember when my parents thing ain't worked out?
You let me and my momma come live in yo'
and bro left
12 came by got a nigga upset
Kenny Saint why is that nigga up next
I don't know ask God mafucka I'm blessed
I do this for the city nigga really
the one that they love
Social acceptance
Social acceptance
Living all these lies just for social acceptance
Social acceptance
Social acceptance
Gotta do
your records in the store
Don't let me be a rapper that just do it like a chore
They lacking creativity, I know they're gettin' bored
Let's take it back
jack
Shut the fuck up
I was a baby when it came to the trap
But I can tell by your eyes you cradle a
Rat fore you cradle a gat
Screamin you don’t give
Otherwise what is mine?
Don't second guess this rhyme
Aint waiting up in that line
Everybody said goodbye
Once or a couple times
Sometimes they gone for good
to be
Baby I'm the man to beat
Way back they abandoned me, they just don't understand the heat
Wait, so don't come running back when you do
I been doing
They say they love you and that for you they do anything
You find it awkward that their eyes don't say the same thing
Changing lately, beware
I'm not one to look behind I know that times must change
But over there in Barrytown they do things very strange
And though you're not my enemy
I
wants the garbage cans clanging in the street?
Suddenly I do
They're always popping their cork-
I'll fix that line-
The cops, the cabbies,
spark her up
And get cha feet wet
She said
She likes the way I do the dance
Hot damn, hun
Show me what cha mean by that
I see these ho's and oh my
I
They used to call us block boys we had dope and packs by the pound
They used to call us dog out? Might've had ya daughter on couches
They used
another film
So come on jack up on this drip
Get too close
Then you get drenched
Ball so hard
I broke my wrist
Someone get that boy a splint
They was hating
Blacka! From the store
I seen them Percy's take a nigga soul
So I don't rap about it
Pop the trunk I ain't pulling a jack up out it
Channel seven if he give
I'd give for a second try
If you want change
It's gonna take some time
Why don't you free your mind
We only get one life
Sit back enjoy the ride
Don't
to fight till they find us
Your society's fucked chief
Look at all these cunts
That done brush teeth
And these mums that don't bust feed
All these birds
disses
Don't come correct then you sleep with the fishes
Whole teams ruthless won't stop moving
Boogie time buss down get to groovin
Throwing up Ks while
a hunnid kills
Jack of all trades, I got a hunnid skills
Jack of all trades I'm not talking bout Harlow
Don't worry I'll end his shit tomorrow
Ain't ever
I gotcha ya hoe in my face yeah
We don't do Cris, we do ACE yeah
I just wanna stay out the way yeah
Ion wanna catch a new case yeah
I got too many
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
a drive by
Smokin' weed on the jet, bitch, I'm fly high
You don't wanna give me neck? Bitch, bye bye
On to the next bitch, I hope she bi-bi
'Cause I love
They just know I ran it up, they don't know what I been through
Night time, bro speedin', I was out the window
That's a scary sight
You gon' get
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