Lyrics:
Dead dead Ima kill em
Dead dead dead dead
With the needle and thread
(Jocin' in the park
I'm cold with it)
Dead dead dead sing indian red
(Jocin' in
the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
Cold blooded steppers standing on the blocks smokin' nicotine
Let them lil' boys run the city, I got bigger dreams
of roses
If you doubt me ask brother Moses
The rose are red just in case you never noticed
To make ahm for this life no be by exam
Even Obansejo with em
I was always told opinions are like assholes
Everybody has one
They Say
You will never make anything bro it ain’t no way
I say ok
Oh hey by the way
to sun up
And dreams are never seen, 'cause they don't believe in it.
And it seems you can achieve by any means go and get it
Anything you vision
they don't believe in it.
And it seems you can achieve by any means go and get it
Anything you vision and anything you wishing
You can live it just bare
niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same
make money? So I don't tell 'em
Ay, I don't fuck with tax
No faith in the system and the government is wack
Anything I do, you know I do it to the max
Tell em who your man that's for anyone asking
Been about action what can I say
I've been thinking about you all day by the way
Hey by the way
Tell me how
It's one of those nights tell your boys
(You're not feelin' it tonight)
It's one of those nights I'll tell my girls
That my mom showed up at five
me yes
You go dey for me if I no get anything
Will you stand by me if I lose everything
She told me yes
She told me yes
I tell her make she scream it
the deputy, and head of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin' me
But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me
Mos
the mic
Can't tell me nothing about no damn stereotypes, cause I'm a
White boy cracker hoocie weado
Damn do' evil blue eyed devil
Pail face and I'm
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
anything I lost
Kings wanna take my spot
What's a king to a god
Can't no one decide
How far I get to fly
Can't wait to hear 'em cry
Hallowed be thine
Power
Anything and all
Tell me where my Star be at
I wanna see you
Every day you at my show
I always knew you
That you always wanna go
Telling me when
Every day
And tell 'em let's go get this cake
All my life I ain't had shit
Man, full of bad shit
Once upon a time I was a child
Now I'm a savage
Society live
Double down kings got the master plan
Speaks and Bu Bu on the track going ham
Look I'm about to go H.A.A.M
We goin H.A.A.M on 'em
I'm about to go
I just hit ah mode pass go I can't just stop now
Used to be the strong silent type I talk a lot now
I'm the golden boy it's a problem niggas pop out
I wish you can go but you should tell me
Why you wanna hide anything for me
I know you , everything must be behind you
And I can't complain about
Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit
But a hundred bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy
I said I never meant to do it, street nigga
When I'm outside, my bad habits was influenced
By the drug shit home, I had felt the lack of love shit
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