Lyrics:
fell in love with Kali Ma
But now it's time to take your heart
These niggas want to take it back
Like civil rights and Rosa Parks
After dark the riot
How to keep my new American audience
Growing my lyrics should change
My label's executives said radio
Programmers avoid subjects
Too far from fun
Aye
Late at night I like to
Uh
Mmm
Hey
Late at night I like to take a ride
Or I chill in park and smoke a blunt inside
I look at the street
to top charts
I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking, controlled by
K-Rock so they'd leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress
[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises,
the rest wait to pay y'all dues
Don't trip I keep my hoes in two
[Chorus]
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside
Keep my distance from the pack you can check the board
Fillmore with my tigers what we strip em for
38 by my waist hold my pitch fork
Bitch curve
bitch ass nggas
As I hold my rifle
Black Roses
Radio
Watch it cuz I paint
Shots inside yo frame
Running with my dogs Kill dat bitch I'm inhumane
No opps
it's like you caught a charge for RICO
Even in spite of mans heart full of darkness and evil
Jesus known to park ya at the altar and altar ya ego
But I'm
to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside
to ride
the park where i could hide
when i tried to cut ties
my hometown moved inside of my mind
not outside
outside of my head nothing works
when i jump i
was
From his bag he pulls out a can
She thinks that he is all she needs
He talks like she's the prettiest horse
From the glue factory
Second hand smoke
to do, blind me?
My wife says "maybe we should park
We could just go eat inside"
I said I'm wearin' bunny slippers
So I ain't leavin' this ride
Now
These days I go dark think it's time I see the light from above
Told JAiDE to pull up park the Tesla give your brother a hug
Ain't no stopping us my boy
hourglass
'Cuz every time I leap from doubt I land in a frozen power match
Between my demons and Jesus and someone I don't believe in
And 80 young versions
You can tell right off the bat that I'm the best just how I dress
An image to put up inside ya' head
Get the best version of myself out before I'm dead,
to produce
And create masterpeices
With my scattered brain
Getting head
While the radio
Hails the thief
That stole the harmonies
From pain
And that's all it is
Radio blastin', baby by my side
Got the top pulled down, man I'm ready to ride
Got a cooler in the back seat
Headin' down to the lake
I'm burnin' up
the next bullet end up?
There is no funeral procession
Going on here today
Unless it’s led by Fred Wesley
Gardner trumpeting a lively version
When
checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles
were all city king of grafitti
Break dancin', DJin' out in the park, man
I know your story, emcee
And you got full knowledge of self
You got all
lessons, be in front of the class
The learning T, formed my excursions as a person
Discerning purpose through immersion, the version
Of myself updating
alive
Rise and walk my son, come into the light
Inside the dark, we illuminate mics
Give knowledge to mediocre, the will to Neanderthal
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