Lyrics:
fuck with you then it's stuck
I got some dead rappers in the trunk
I got some opp niggas I'm rolling up
Find me a forest he dumped no gump
King B made
on the low
And get it everywhere that we go
Let me do my thang
New gators on my feet
Rolling up and down the street
Let me do my thang
I bust a new batch
All aboard America here comes the freedom train
All aboard America here comes the freedom train
The freedom train is rolling down two hundred
All aboard America here comes the freedom train
All aboard America here comes the freedom train
The freedom train is rolling down two hundred
with no fight
I get by what I find
Yeah I shine like the fire
Roses
Trying to leave me them losers
My heart feeling so froze up
God pick me the chosen
On a Friday night
In the pale moonlight
we were out for a drive
I was feelin' alright
I put on the radio
A little George Jones
when she crinkled up
and my sister who has been dismissed by all the racial slurs and taught she’d have to be a mother
This for Elijah and for George, fighting for our freedom
Light it up Light it up we smoking on that
Lalalalala
(Yeah we buying that)
Lalalalala
(Yeah we rolling that)
Lalalalala
(Yeah we smoking that)
Lalalalala
of the choppers
Bitch, I'm Mufasa
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
'Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came
years old too young for an obituary
On his way back home from a convenience store through the yards of his neighbors was walkin
George Zimmerman spied him
gonna burn it all down
No more status quo
Guarantee...from the ashes
Something beautiful gonna grow
Yo
Open up your eyes
Open up your mind
You gonna be
Bitch I'm hot you need some ice
Just to cool me down
I do not fuck with you dummy
You a fucking clown
Rolling with some bad bitches
Know we come
you
Sandra, Eric, Philando and George wanted that too
When we turn up, we can turn out
And we tear it down, til' it burn down
And we cut up when we show
a merry go
By the pound, rolling up scary smoke
Down baby, there you go
We in the town now, don't freak out
We the surround sound, don't be down
I got
a merry go
By the pound, rolling up scary smoke
Down baby, there you go
We in the town now, don't freak out
We the surround sound, don't be down
I got
Scott
You can be the boss if you down to work and nobody hiring you
Coz I could be surrounded by fine art and still be admiring you
Just come and march
I can't see you kill my Bros
You bring them out, take them down
They are no criminal, not your hoes
You fuck them up, you set cops free
Who are you?
with dosha
In plus I gotta cold cup with a four po'd up
Far from being sober I'm a smoker
You know I'm still rolling
You know I'm still blowin'
Far from
Day by day, minding my P's and Q's
The music that I play, got me into a groove
Rolling away, down the road as I cruise
Rolling away, down the road
Tired of getting knocked down I’m rolling with the punches
Codename duchess got my inches taking it to hundreds
Spitting lyrical combustion Murder
you'll all be comin back down
or you won't an you'll wait a year to see a physician
unless your a celebrity up there, so here's the truth listen
Our first date I was pretty nervous
Eating ice cream quoting Robert Service
Walking the trail down by the river
There's so much I long to give her
YOU GONE
LET IT RAIN WITH THE BULLET STORM
IM ON MY OWN IM STEPPING ALONE
LET THEM TALK ILL ZIP UP THE CRUEL
NO PLAY ZONE WE SHOOTIN DOWN TOWN
FUCK
don't wanna see us
So they beat us and mistreat us
And lock us down and leave us
And when one does step up and they do try to free us
They get locked
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