Lyrics:
em by the flock I love to see them birds fly
Plug out west, they show me California love now
Own niggas hatin I seen it coming from my third eye
of my brothers who made mistakes in the pass
It's really not their fault, you see times are hard
And it was probably difficult for my man to find a job
now nigga, fear you?
cos I got my goons coming at them nigga ugh
talking from the streets nigga!
pain game we doin shit now we doing odds (let'em know)
now nigga fear you?
Cos I got my goons coming at them nigga ugh
Talking from the streets nigga!
Pain game we doin shit now we doing odds (let'em know)
real wicked
Some deals go sour
Real niggas locked up
Snitched on by known cowards
OG told me that's life
Murders keep me stressed at night
My
I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter
You want
Better cars
And a better
Yo, I go by the name of Dubious Thoughts
I feel like sometimes, I hide behind my shell
Like I was bound for hell but, I got a story to tell
Cuz my
Swear that you doin' the most
But we take a picture, can't post it
How that work?
Quit your talkin', back that shit up
Won't you say my, say my
So
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
hands
It's really commercial
I'm feeling outrageous
Doin my dancey dance
Winded by bitches like Megan
These Niggas can't see me
Posin for pics now ya boy
ask somebody that
The people that's most affected, by this war
are the so-called hip-hop generation
The Army is the best kept secret in the whole
apart
Girl I can make it through the day
But oh, please help me through the lonely nites
When I'm on my job It's not too hard
But when I go home
it thru the day
But oh, please help me thru the lonely nites
When I'm on my job It's not too hard
But when I go home
And I'm all alone (and I'm by
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
doin' life for a crime
I still ain't seen (yeah)
I swear to God this ain't the
Life that I wanted, but bitch, i need it
And fuck a job, bitch, all my
Kids
Old enough to remember
There were 2 genders
Saturday freestyle around the bonfire
Taco Bell on the roof, of my 98 Chevy
I could tell it was you, I
take away all my energy
Off the muscle we got it movin yea
Got me a purpose I know what I'm doin'
Speak with conviction like I'm fluent
Bout a check I
money to my venmo he get tracking by tomorrow
From graduation to cartel toyota trappin to a foreign
To be the richest in the end I ain't watching all
after doin a year and a day man holla at cha boy man
I want my spot back man for real man move over
The king is here to sit in his seat, Holla at cha
night
Hittin' on everybody and their mother
There were two karaoke girls drunk on a dare
Singing, "I Got You Babe" by Sonny and Cher
Yeah, life was
lowo jango
Bere lowo gbogbo won nilu ogbagi
This thing I dey talk no be today
Only my mama dey stand by me o
Them thinks say am useless eh
But I dey pray
changing
But my childhood was fucked up - raised rowdy by a single moms
She told me my daddy didn't give a fuck, she ain't let him do his job
Seventh
up
And the ruler of the world had ran out of luck
And all the people at the time who said they were my friends
Didn't know me when my job had come
job
My country 'tis of they
Steel barricades and pepper spray
While I just want to know why my country is becoming a jail
They took all our rights
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