Lyrics:
no, we're so alike the other
Hell no, cause you're my brother, brother
We all live on dead end street
Start a war by being born
Start a war by
from some streams
Missing in action I don't wanna be seen
Vibes all live 1 by 1 let the MCs speak
Critique the technique
Mortal words that live through
Sampah
Bury me, bury me, bury me
Hold on to the legacy
If this was my last breath, tell my brother that I'll always live tho
Someone give a kiss
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
I should fall in battle
My brothers who fight by my side
Gather my horse, and weapons
Tell my family how I died
Until then I will be strong
I
on Instagram
Done grieving another brother that was a unarmed man
Done grieving another sister that mistreated
For the colour of her skin or by being herself
you know the irony of life is that you have like
this big dream to get where you want to be
but once you get there you start to dream about where
Dreams cut short
By the streets no sesame
The younger ones
Need to take this as a lesson please
Especially cause we a target by the deputies
Refugees
who been supportin'
Until then I'm reportin' live from the underground
Chasin' dreams, it seems so many people give me the runaround
It's pretty sad
pop duke
And my handicapped brothers and sisters, and we had no loot
That's when the Feds came by
And surrounded the house
They had automatic
destiny (Dodo)
Haters pat ka chanje mood la (My nigga Jeff)
M’te gon duo ak 47 tou (U17)
Rap te cho, m’te mete’l nan asyèt ou
-(Skit)-
True story
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A fusion of loose screws and boozing
Personas be switching and fluid
I live in a lucid dream
Where I'm stuck rooming with demons and ghouls
Can't seem
Real life is fiction
Chilling with my bros as we cook up in the kitchen
When I face my foes gotta make sure got extensions
Guided by the spirit so
Deep in the heart of the city somewhere
There's a place the forgotten go
A place they can hide, run away from their lives
It's run by a woman who was
there's billions out there waitin in a room
But I'm living modest to my dream have to face it live it through
Fridge was empty but my bank account got hella
Brothers on the block making bankroll
The billion dollar dream is the dream for the cash flow
Little do they know, they're a little or a big hoe
Oh brother, I'm not like you, I won't go to war, no way
Oh sister, I'm not like you, I won't chase dreams afar, oh no way
In this world so vast, we
Followed by a series of unfortunate events
Looking like white America got a brother again
And what's life like for me, it's but a dream
Everything ain't
that
Unless the nigga died by the police
Every time I come through the hood
They done put a young brother on a tee
And y'all ain't give a fuck about him
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
For my brothers that I lost, I'ma put my light in the sky
I promise not to cry, I'ma vote for you
I'ma vote for you
For my brothers that I lost, be
friends
I got a list
Here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes your daughter, your
Mother, your girl, your brother
Jeff, Cam, Matt, your father,
It's still boxes galore
Head to my pops crib to scoop up more
Sneak em in the crib my nigga you know the vibes
I'm only talking to niggas who live
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