Lyrics:
till weight
We were losing I had Slum Village album on repeat
We were knockin' boots to hip hop
Beats I even reached my maximum in my sleep
Yo he
village has been left in fear for peace after a golden harp was stolen last night
By an unknown criminal in the Valley of Zodak
King cmadora has called upon
alright (alright)
Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never
my city
But I love it
I'm from the dirty glove, I wouldn't change it up
This oppression raised me, and slum village they held me down
Now I'm living up
me
For that nigga when you see me winning
Tell them to clear road men don show
And men don pull up in benz
Two by Two on your head
If you talking shit
That's like Khalid Muhammad saying
He's White Power
This the machete that your organs
Getting sliced out with
The blind motherfucker in the village
Bryce
on the blunt tip
Eyes on the prize that multiply to hundreds (I see it)
I'm in the slums where it's reckless (I'm in the slums)
Get killed for nothin' or get
Wow!
There is so much treasure
and jewelry.
I will give them to the people
in the village.
Aladdin puts the treasure
in his pocket.
Then, he finds
a lane
What cards are you playing
Theres tricks to this game
Want money or fame
Want moments or peace
Take fam out the streets
And live by the beach
They
can't get by without the help from my sisters and my brothers
Tell 'em, tell 'em
Why we hate ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Lack of the funds
Now my young kings packing with guns
Daydreaming bout that good life
Cause they live in slums
He not a bad person
It's just
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
Ride alone
Outlaw
Die alone
Outlaw
Sipping whiskey getting by
That's the way I live my life
I ain't coming down tonight
I'm an outlaw ride or die
our thang let them old hoes cry
Ain't nothing but a thang when ya boy flyy by
Forever and a day we gone be alright
Just take that flight and live your
the slums
Silence got him creeping
Bullets gets him stung
It keeps his momma weeping
By god let this be his one chance
Dollar by dollar & gram by gram
Tell
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
with my concrete jungle, no Tarzans and Janes
Diesel by the bundles and the hard grams of Caine
D's when they come through, it's hard to get some change
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
To live and die on that corner
We still posted on that same block
In them slums where it get treacherous
The Bible, Glocks, and F&Ns
They hoppin' out
And you begin to realise what you mean by "the death of a village"
And about the pits being "the mother of the village"
And all these phrases that sound
on a mission lookin for the one im tryna find
but i get caught living life by the rhyme
living life on the grind
living like I, be 20-something on my birthday
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
'Cause I got cheddar to get, I'ma foul and ???
With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and I
Said the dead don't die unless they fuck with Ja
If sellin
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
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