Lyrics:
and you're about to hear me out
See, I’d be illegal 60 years ago, colored people couldn’t have a seed with a non-colored “equal”
At least not where I grew up
fuck gotta brung this shit
Twenty years later, must say
I'm the coolest motherfucker ever done this shit (yeah)
Goddamn
Tryna fuck with real
bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain't fly, you on standby, I got something that you can't buy
My older brother, call him rider man, my little brother
yesterday
That sixty-thousand people a year die from opioids in the U.S
If you know someone going through it
Find help and get it for ‘em now
[Chorus]
What
and killed by sheriff's deputies earlier this year)
(Jesse Cedillo was killed March 14th when deputies responded to a carjacking report at the Pueblo Youth
with soviet technologists /
I just state the obvious like playing to the audience/
The racists turned to lobbyists/
The richest man in Babylon aint
boca"
I feel dumb
My solution is fill my glass with rum
Instead of hearing good advices of my 60 year old mum
Praying god for good fortune
To open doors
Forty two or forty and twenty is always sixty two or sixty
Earnings before interest and taxes
People have the power
No
People have to pay for power
still in school?
I love you honey
You got a most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand, I'm a working man
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
the vogues
Hoes got no souls that be for flare without ya coat
Star sixty nine could get you whipped, uhh
Momma told you never mess with a, Southern
The eighties fluctuate each year unclear of
When the money would dry up.
And when the nineties violent crime
And rising unemployment rates came by
That
really who cares about love?
The ones that feel, take it away
For 52 weeks of every year
That's a new man every day
It's too hard a choice to make up my
when I whip, my supply is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin' the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by
and made a lane (Skrrrt)
Sometimes they tried to boguard head on the swivel I maintained (Maintenance man)
Guess I'm blessed
Through all the odds I still
of the pies
Like bring another 10
I need em by the weekend had a hell of a line
Hand on your heart
Would you let the ting clart
Where your Enemy lies
If
future away
Accomplish and achieve
And as that guy Old Robert said to me
Almost fifty years ago now
Get up, go to work
And make something out of your life
You ain't think I was gonna catch up to you, did you
Man, I didn't...
Did you
Did you
Why you leave the little homie on stuck
I didn't leave
It's Corrupted
It's Corrupted
It's Corrupted
White power in America is getting lethal
200 years in a sequel
The system proves we're not level
Our
At the age of sixty four
He will greet you at the door
And he will gently lead you
By the arm
Through the dark recess of the mine
He will take you back
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty-three for a moment
I'm still the man, but you see I'm
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live
I'm thirty-three for a moment
I'm still the man, but you see
still in school?
I love you honey
You got a most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand, I'm a working man
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