Lyrics:
god
I kill you with the camera on
It's dawn of the dead and you
Mothafucker be dead by dawn
Guess I'm a little nuts
Like giving nukes to Donald Trump
it seems
Street dreams by any means just to capture the green
Know what I mean, but I know its all been a scheme
Set screens to block it out, like you
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
Just for a little but you made your name
Now Ms dubyl we appreciate
Everything that you're doing as the teachers aid
But now listen cuz Im ready
on screen more important than you
Me-They tricking me this not a treat
Halloween Christmas all just a ruse
How they gon advertise
Convince us let us fantasise
ladies with babies raising babies without a family
Fight a man down, black man running from the beast
The crooked police, the evil OGs, that nasty little
As I get a little older, I realize life is perspective
And my perspective may differ from yours
I wanna say thank you to everyone that's been down
a reservation, best accommodations
We get the word, they never heard
We were comin' by at all
See what they can do for me
Only got one room free
Little bit
and made sure little bro was looked at
Pops got evicted, not a smack
Pumped his fists and being that I'm a ?fugiless?
The bum got done by the one
place in time
And I am lying next to you
Sipping lemonade by the Brandywine
Shadows come onto us
Reaching out a little more
And I find it all familiar
ablaze
Give them hell for
Enslaving the race
How dare they claim
To be saving us all
By forcing us in
Against the wall
Angels made human they say
By god
all I need is a little more time
And less vested interest in people online
Maybe everything I need is just a fantasy
But if that were the case are you
He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown
that's DJ Quik nigga
Respect or check it
These Days I'm a little more focused cause y'all cracked the door
And I kicked it open, yellin' get the fuck
lost, He gave all He could give
To show us the reason to live
As the years went by we learned more about gifts
The giving of ourselves and what that
everything is great
We love our little circle
The party is here, good music is flowing all around us,
With this bit everything is cool
Parties, drinks, clubs,
Air walking yelling fuck vans
Yeah they think they know me
Say I'm off brand
But I'm in the sky so I ain't driving
Stay in yo lane
Did this all by
heard a knock knock knock at the door once more
They are coming after us tryna settle the score
I gotta chop chop chop my tracks and just record
This is
a bum
Hallelujah, bum again
Come and give us a handout to revive us again
No matter how hard I work
I make a starvation wage
So I'll be funded by
feel a little colder
The world is trying to get us to trip, fall, rollover
But, there is more to prove
These mountains, they can move
Sit tight, buckle
Had more love than square feet
We had fun and we had failures
A little money, a lot of cat hair
And we had it good
Don't get me started on that cricket
know I'm right by your side
To help you put your happiness back on
I always keep a spare, if yours is lost somewhere
So if you ever need a little bit
a little beam
And to produce a hit
Value every small good
Because they are blessings
Light by this path this path
Red the signal like
The violence violence
different
There's lessons I'd enforced
But now they mean even more
Watch your mouth
Watch your brain
Watch your heart
It can be hard
Watch your back
Watch
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