Lyrics:
Born in Zastron City, where you’re staying?
9950 - the code that I’m claiming
I know when I do, all my homies do
Only the real ones, the ones born in
to jail
I got mo' p**** to swell and mo' dreams to tell
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't going back
Uncle Sam da grimey on top of da puppets army
I doubt the revo domino effect loudly
You know all what this bacteria want is Syria
They been taming Lybia
I know you can, 'cause you're an ICE-T fan
No sell-outs here, my man
crack
All this love for bro
If it's a bullet, bro, I'll take that
I made thousands with bro
And everyday he's still the same man
I just poured some
Look
Black is beautiful, black is excellent
Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident
Workin' twice as hard as the people you know you
I got me a blunt, I won't pass that
I got a P in this backpack
This is some loud, know this is no air pack
I want a Hellcat, I want a Scat pack
Come
're believing through you're funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said I know you're Mr. O.P.P. man yo PP man won't only see me man
shit not that hard they cappin why I see no leverage
Man I took the charge for my old homie I learned my lesson
Do what you gon do but boy don't plot
Learn your history, it helps to know just where you from
Be a family man, take care of your mother
Protect your sisters, look after your brother
Leave
Whatever that mean, you know old people say it so it sounds right
So I'm standing there embarrassed, if we were both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by
Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker
(Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo
right hand
masterpiece
More Rakim then maybe Master P
Thirsty nigga paid in full I'm tryna buy the beach
Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
to wreck a grown man's world
I'm singing this song to let you know how much I love you
Ohh you got me singing baby
Baby
Got me singing baby
Baby
Ohh no you
Man, 6:12 in the mornin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't want shit to do with nothin' that say twelve in it, on foenem' (8-8-8-8)
Fuck them, man
the mulla you know I will do it
So e ni k'an leave story jowo
Mo ti f'ese sa kakiri bi ti Johnny Walker
Sokoto Man O War kan le f'ara jo ti Corper
Omo t'on
Man, fuck, That man lil p
Kilos in this bitch, man, I'm gon' shoot you down
Ridin in a stolo and I'm tryna sell a couple pounds
Playin' with 329, you
the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress
So do what you do aight
I'm a give you this hundred dollars
Go get you what ever you drankin'
Bring
on
I can take a hoe and put her on to this new life, and I think she love it too
In the S-Class, do a 220 in the outside like Gorilla Glue
Everybody see
(Chorus)
My heads above water
Man I'm just tryna breathe
Not like these other niggas see they do it with ease
When I had started rapping
Thought this
and the back of it fold
These niggas be pussy they know how it go
If you come to the trap and this shit really blow
How you rat on your nigga to get you some
, man
I do this to help the kids in pain
You do this to get some quick fame
My generation is making mistakes
If you keep on dressing slutty and keep
commands
On your knees, to Him you'll pray
Your destiny awaits this day
Bow down, keep up the chant
Or you'll see his wrath, his blood red hands
Know your
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