Lyrics:
private jet, live on set
If you could shit gold, I can spit baguettes
What's the key to life?
Money, power, and respect
What you need in life?
fuck Pac? We'll never know
Shit, she gon' lie about it anyway
And both of them niggas dead and gone
But fuck that shit, Pap the new Biggie
What I payed
A black man dead
Shot down on the ground, yeah
Everybody get your cameras out
Yeah, another run in with your
Thin blue line
Everybody grab a picket sign,
A black man dead
Shot down on the ground, yeah
Everybody get your cameras out
Yeah, another run in with your
Thin blue line
Everybody grab a picket sign,
to get cheese
Imma die a street legend you bitches gone remember me
This the Life that I live it's the Life that I live yehh
And I ain't standing down
for my dead homies I don't make toast
Keep it low key cause they will kill you if you expose
No matter where I go I'm gone be that boul D.Rose
This
Freedom Ring”, show me freedom again
I just wanna live wealthy and free with the pen
But this country want me dead, or never free from the pen
When we all
Somebody wake Mike from the dead
And tell that nigga I just written a verse
Play this by his grave and
I've bet he returns
Have a nigga moonwalking
Going
the time gone by
I'm dead
(Sloth are you okay?)
I body what I touch
Count on me to fuck it up
Boy we ain't the same
We in different lanes
While you smoking
Black Lives Matter but really it's Black dough
Hold our Black money til our lives matter mo
Cause cream is the theme in the world today
Anything for
the square
Nobody is allowed to fill the air
With dead black boys names
When Dr. King's voice is playing
Just like that we were changed
From angry to history
better watch yo back
I come from the fog i was born in the black
I'm all ear tech
Punch kick stab I choke his last
I live for the payback my head say lava
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
dem deh, Heh
When Martyrs died they save our lives
They had an early grave
Sacrifice has taken place
For the chosen race heh
(2) Which part dem gone
hate, no no
Just one goal, get out and live
Get out and live
Get out and live
Get out and live
And don't you ever forget
We're alive till we're dead, so
talking)
y'all know all this motherfucking black on black crime go to cease
This goes out to all my motherfucking dead soilders out there
my little
Why they keep killing our people
Don't consider us equal
Why's is my that
Cuz I'm black
I should be in fear of losing my hope
Tell me I shouldn't
Why they keep killing our people
Don't consider us equal
Why's is my that
Cuz I'm black
I should be in fear of losing my hope
Tell me I shouldn't
keep us down
But uh, we gone be around
Might as well change up now
Black Queen on the throne
Made from the rib but is the backbone
This melanin comes in
die smokin'
Go to the funeral, my homie's dead
He passed away got caught up in the
Wrong place, got blasted, hey
It's just anotha part of bein' black
It
the eyes
But listen, that's how it is
If you don't dig how I live
Motherfucka [unverified]
'Cuz everyday on the street
The black man is gettin' beat
Police
coverin the eyes
But listen, that's how it is
If you don't dig how I live
Motherfucka
Cuz everyday on the street
The black man is gettin beat
defense
Y'all niggas don't scare me
I went to sleep to tires screeching
Woke up to mourning momz
Son's dead on the cement
I'm tryna live my life
So I'm gone
Don’t let it get to you
I'm here to show last time I checked you ain't dead yet
Don’t be so set on these thoughts
I think you’ve gone too far
Escaping
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