Lyrics:
of the plantation i'm haunted by segregation
They said it was emancipation turned out to be enslavement
Suffer from aggravation and trauma for generations
Passed down
Ight yo
One more
Then it's Modelo time
What's good bro, you gon sit this one out on the bench too?
You know I'ma shoot my shot
Koooobe!
Shorty
turn to Velveeta
Then my craft turned to cheese
All these poets wanna rap
All these rappers wanna rhyme
Not against the shit you doing
I'm just saying I
still get inside my bag I'll let you know cause I won't
That's just how it is you feel some type of way then that's a choice
I been told by plenty
down, Jhene Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny, nigga, you not finna ham me, huh
Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami
Niggas tryna ride my
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
Tryna come up with the team
The American dream
This is album number two my momma call me a king
I been reaching for the stars to get all that I need
just making jokes
But now it's different recently things have turned too real
(Real)
At least that's what I thought when I was writing this
I mean, don't
crib in Malibu
A brothel of baddies
Who all wanna destroy me
I mean
I believe that flem
Is just a yellow alien
Thats been sent down by God
To make sure
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin' the horn, rollin' down
love it here
Too much on my mind
I can't even think
Been working on the low
Now I'm seeing clear
Been getting to the strips
It's a lotta dead huns
Yea
more tell me more
Like does he have a car?
She swam by me, she got a cramp
He ran by me, got my suit damp
I saved her life, she nearly drowned
He showed
and the Over-King himself shall stand before thee in shackles!
The EMPEROR KOORD: Indeed
At any rate, I have been blessed with foresight enough to prepare
The world don't make it fun
You lose your life due to stress you can lose your life by the gun
I say fuck all the cops don't have no pity for none
I have a dream, that one day on the red hills of Georgia
The sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners
Will they be able to sit down
Ight'
Passionate about the shit, I never wanna' seem like I'm mad or bitter
When I was down my phone didn't ring, why the fuck would I half it with
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
I been tryna get it right
Hella thoughts spinning 'round my head at night
I really thought I would live forever
I really thought I would live
need a methadone to get a break
I’m so busy chasing my dreams
I have to put out 40 Albums just to show my inner thoughts that I’ve kept inside me
You
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
dedication
They say I’m two faced cuz I’m a Gemini
But I️ got multiple parts, count to seven ight
Multiple hearts I️ could have like seven wives
Multiple
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