Lyrics:
the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin',
the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin',
the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin',
to concentrate on you
You can teach me lots of lessons
You can bring me lots of gold
But you just can't live in Texas
If you don't have a lot of soul
Leaving
Shorty want to be a thug, only 14, sellin drugs
Wind up in the court pleadin to the judge
Or outside on the pavement, bleedin 'cause
He got hit by
Friend
This can be solved, just find it in your soul
Come get your free, come get your freedom
Everything that I do will stay true to me
Wanna see what
all I really care about
Living by the code when he was snitching had to air em out
Can't look in the mirror now I know his soul embarrassed now
Started
I'm the best to y'all, evident it's by far
Here to put in work, I swiped my time card
Off that water weight, I need a life guard
Used to move wit' girl
worthless
Stroll through the city at 14 dirtless
Put in my work and alert the service
(Tell 'em) who could've knew me
Lil foster, kid fin to end of the world?
14 word manifesto for the youth to market
That if you're black, you're the target in a supermarket
By the minds that's been renewed by the white
in my way (way)
I'm not playing with you, bitch, this not the WNBA
I'm a real-life star, so you know I need my space
Beat a white supremacist black
of my life
Yesterday I went and bought a pound
Used to only buy it by the ounce
Feeling lower like my bank account
Just put eighteen karats in my
hungry[01:35.71]No food in my tummy[01:36.50]Just hustling, trying to make some money[01:37.90]I'd rather die for my brothers[01:39.01]They stood by my side through
Huh, man I swear I see ghosts in this bitch
On my mama I don't want this bitch
On my soul I be running this shit
On my kids I be hittin' that bitch
bang or you for Christ, homie
White Tee not a grease stain on me
Steady stackin my cakes
Aunt Ji pockets stayin hungry
But I wont sell my soul
While
on the block be sure if you rush over
Cause 14 year old girls be dressin like the much older
See that one chick walkin the block tryin to get paid
Is in the same
day I pledge alligence to my girl
Cause you're the reason
My sun rises in the west
I know its strange but thats where you are
Yeah, right in my heart
was 14 just to get by
Moon crescent on the pendant with the red eye
Send a text delete the message don't want reply's
Fuck it imma throw my morals out
but my days! Must I shock her.
Diagnosis, paralysis, lo, I became a doctor
She cut me off mid-sentence like I'm rapture
Getting white-maled by a black
teaching Trigger-nometry
By the age of 14
They know a room
That's 6 x 8 is not a square
Not a cube
It's called a cell
So who needs geometry
And there's no
room for interludes
My heart and soul belongs to you
Meet me at the alter in your white dress
Don’t worry bout' no other
Cus' you’re my bitch
I can tell
a puff of a light mixture
Of that diesel about a 1/4 of some white widdow
Keep on chocking girl imma have to go and hemlick you
Keep on stroking girl
of the line
You ain't good in there, gang, c'mon
Got to be careful with these hoes they trying to take my soul
Damn, she know she gone fuck Drake on the first
need mob ties
Got some new white kicks to match my white ride
I'm on the white list, you in the cold dry
Feel like a viking, way that I slide by
Lil
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