Lyrics:
You look at this picture with a wondering eye
And then at the arrow that hangs by it's side
They tell a story for you know there is one
With
young nigga
Yeah and it's just like that
LBC out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my
so they can get some Nike’s and some plain white Ts
When they see you man they ask you what’s your body count
You like 5 6
Nigga I’m 10 12
On the route
and write your own scripture
You dont have to be the figure to figure it out
Just remember to think out loud
And say how you feel
Never pray or fucking kneel
of the desert like Priscilla, uh (uh, uh)
No pre-game, no mixer, yeah
Did your mama tell you all the dos and don'ts?
It's a girls night, shoulda stayed at home
started
No
We are not done
Whos telling the truth
Man who should I trust
Is you
Rollin with them
Or is you rollin with us
Try to figure it out
Sometimes
Blunts n questions
I try to figure out
But keeps me stressing
Blunts and questions
Smoking mad weed
Just to keep me from stressing
CIA ops
Is it flat
to the to fridge up in that kitchen man
I'm still trying to figure out how she got up on that ceiling fan
Round and round bouncing up and down now she throwing it
on a
Higher plain like Al Green
Now I mean, ay ay, they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that
Green lady like Fairmount park
And this nigga think he G
I
Coachella, i
Got a tour comin' up, I don't
Really have time but, fuck it
I gotta figure it out
Cole Alexander adding his vocals to DEATHCAMP
Tyler recording
they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like
enough)
Forty large on a plain Jane
That's not a bluff (That’s not a bluff)
Top off in a light rain, don't put it up
(Don't put it up)
Thirty cars
Still
see blood, I'm like a Great White
Catch you slippin' on a late
Night and it's no bark, straight bite
Watch you bleed out as reality
Starts to sink in
and kill you white boy"
Ironically I was wearing all black and red
I prayed I could figure out how to put the sadness I felt for him in my rap instead
So I
seats
And on these sat twenty-four elders
Clothed in white garments
With crowns of gold on their heads
Lightnings came out from the throne
dome
Ho you trying to cross me in this game
And stupid ho, I'ts on
Just a flodgin' ass nigga with a lot of cheese
Heard he stackin' Gs everyday
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
never feel right in a tie and suit
501s and a plain white tee
I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD
That's just life growin' up in south central
I been
I seen a drive by before I got a licence,
so seeing six figure deals just wasn’t that exciting
I’m the difference they thinking it’s just rhyming
Took our African Religions in plain sight man
By the 1500's Jesus Christ became a white man?!
And when it suits his goal, have you on the frontline
Life's too short, so we gotta turn up
Man talk on my ting for the 'Gram, it's intrusive
I never really thought 'bout taking a life
'Til I found out my
to coast. Drop fall and some figures
Get up. Get up. Get up. Get it out the mud
Stay down and ain't never gave up
Put the work in, all muscle
Press buttons
but you know we wanted to
And you know everyones gonna
Try and figure it out who to blame whos who
And its not anyones business
Wish they would leave it
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