Lyrics:
cigarettes, it's so blind
To Romans 10:12, that shows why
We can tear down every heretic statue
Based on racism & its rhetoric's values
Do a million marches
brothers 'bout to come and take over
We made it all the way to Asia and to Australia
Then made the passage to the America's after all behavior
Came home
To get a glimpse at
That we'll see
But you know
I had to act fast
Ever since my big brother
And that little ratpack
Came at the kid from both fucking sides
be potent
49 we never stray
Building up dreams with my
Grey matter fact attract a
Frequency focus on change
Packing up dope by the crate
D-O-P
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
This is real talk
I'm a real Brooklyn nigga
This is real talk
I'm talking right by Linden P's
This is real talk
I used to rock Evisu jeans
That's
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
called now we start this
A chosen one came forth from the darkness
To lead the lost for the cost of a beat tape
And make the blind see straight 'fore it's
of the school in her P.E. shorts
Life goal is making out by the hand ball courts
Then one day she found out I sold pot
She said, slide your girl a J and I'll
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
Saudi
Ya better know that it’s gonna get rowdy
There’s only realness around we
See me chase dreams and we don’t chase clout g
Sometimes feels like my
Wait no we not
Quarantine got us looking for a hobby
Corona tings
I’m the champ in this bitch
No Roman reigns
I just might just catch a body
No
Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (no hope, nigga)
Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas)
This for my dawgs and my locs,
alright
We gon' be alright
We gon' be alright (hello)
We gon' be alright do you hear me
Do you feel me? We gon' be alright (P)
We gon' be alright (hello)
not a foreign invasion we have to fear
Rather the threat of a force within our
Nation that has usurped what was
Once a dream of having the greatest
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
that summer came
We bagged and tagged a hundred eighths
And I started shottin' I'm not a
Gangster I won't tell you lies
I've been dead and alive from
at
All right Ma, I checked out all my niggas then we jetted
With fifty balls a piece brought a piece for unleaded
Smokin' blunts forty ouncin', G and P
take three, take four, we on go
Part three, trilogy, I was gone, they don't know
Get the dream, any means, see the green, yea for sure
Fuck with me, best
the midst of the covid with meta-morphing of Romans
Apotheosis of ceasar, are we caught in a Kafka
Fuck off 'cause though we seek authors who cucuracha
the mud?
We are the earth waking up
By what bidding came the bloom of the water lily?
The seed to sprout and grow?
This tiny product of death, itself
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
leave?
Burnt out all the tires
Then I threw the keys
High tops with lace, we ain't come to play
Stick caught a Jake, clip him with lil' K
(Come on P)
We
on some coo coo shit
Cocoa puff hookah p-power up hooligans
P-P-Puff you a hit
Rum-pum-pum drum and I'm coming like 30 round drum
And I make them go dumb
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