Lyrics:
Oh yeah I'm fed up
We need more justice for the people
We can't let up
A country ran by (whites)
It's a set up
Allah watch over your people
Get them meds in
Ima knock his head in
Ron Jon rondo from the three point knock his head in
I'm like the feds wit tht snow boy
Get them meds in
I
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
was nothin'
A nigga up in the hundreds of millions
I have no ceilings, ah, this that feelin', I'm that boy
Anita Baker's "You Bring Me Joy"
Slappin'
That it's either black or white
Thank God it's not that simple
In my secret life
I bite my lip and I bite when I'm told
From the latest hits
and
Greeting boy fickle
Cucumber turn pickle, nigga
Nickel by my cellular sickle
Exchange phrases from heroin
Addicts pistol arms
Niggas go to the drug dealer
Yeah started acting like Bitches
Cuz I'm making big boy moves
When i was selling dope in the district
Always
I'm on a mission
To get this money by
Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe
I don't know but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail
Of two like that and what
bitches handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin' by, the women sayin', "Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am
women plus some five star love in my house
And on the walls, got Gucci linen
My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, night
Night, night, night
weed for everyone
Enter the class now we kill you with sound
See bad boy with gun, who buss jus' fi' fun
Or black youth them move about a three ton
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Trap niggas for president
Take the White house and cook dope inside the residence
Fill it with the team let my niggas live in elegance
Workin out da
the CDC
Sipping, on my, tea, whip a pot of black and then some lean
My boys the A-team, chains draped from us like Mr. T
White Boy Killer, stay with creed,
high fives
Okays and gravys
I'm that live
You can catch me in HD I'm close by
Made man like Frankie white boy
See me hanging round white boys
Know its
wolves
Raised by wolves
Stronger than fear
If I open my eyes
You disappear
Running wild
Running wild
Boy sees his father
Crushed under
up on Weezy,
Haze smoke in the room,
Cough, cough,
cnd it got my chest wheezing, uh,
No white, only green,
Throw your Ls up, for Leeds,
Man, I
the bottle
We ain't gotta be just alike
And not everything is black or white
Oh yeah
'Cause all guitars don't sound the same
Can't judge whiskey by
Y'all still doin' little league and I'm in the pros
Then white boys go wild "He's my idol"
And black boys say "Dude holdin' the title"
As the king
Den you put a bullet in a fed
Government all up in my dreads
White House lazor tag' infrared
Twelve Gauge buckshot, really big spread
Sayin' night,
Girl let me tell my story
Shared by me don't need to worry
This girls are the same
They are in my brains
Saw this pretty girl shinning under
of these, but they not claiming I'm a artist
I'm the type to pull up to your house, and ask where your fucking art is
Play my music versus yours, guarantee
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