Lyrics:
maker
All day singin', supper on the ground
Old folks and youngins, gather 'round
Every kind of fiddle you ever did see
Come along merry and sit by me
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
When I was 12 I was angry and bored
Found music by Green Day and Faith No More
It was different than other stuff hitherto heard
But the difference
See the bright new moon is rising,
Above the land of black and green
Hear the rebels voices calling,
I will not die 'till you bury me
The aunt
I said I pull up with the heat and there ain't nothing that can stop this
All you motherfuckas looking at me I can tell they pocket watching
I don't
through
Let me take you on a journey through my mind, produced by Qux
Born in ‘89 lemme remind you that
I’m not trying to grow up, let’s bring the 90’s back
The other day someone said I was fake
I nearly lost my mind i'm out on a grind
For what? I put in so much time for what?
The fame don't impress me
I'll still
give it to you - live and direct
Cause I know, a million niggas doin' bad and they check
They game every day but they try to find a way
But somehow,
the throat
Whats a young buck to a goat
How the fuck you gonna shoot me
I keep rods like fishing boats
Pay up what u owe
You owe rebel
You owe ghost
Tried
infinite per frame
While these girls throw me plenty like jenny to jane
Ain't some old school G poppin' memory lane, been on it future robotic
Since the day
aight you listening? Look
Look you can't educate me about bagging up
I've been doing this ting from day one and I
Can't see one guy that I think's
grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
Every day, more wicked
Every day, the terror grows
All of Oz is ever on alert
That's the way with wicked
Spreading fear where e'er she goes
anymore
My job is to get it to the people, not the people who diss me
But the people who are feeling me, give you the
soundtrack for your life (For you)
Since day one you ain't left mine
Got so much stress by the night time
Look up pray to god imma be fine
I'mma blow this raw in the mean time
to the fact
You think that this system
That this society sees any other color other than green?
Well it's all slave driven'
The illusion of ownership in America
Hands on the word
Give your life
And you won't see the flame
Saved by the blood
In Jesus name
Victory's won
Scoreboard glitching
Anointing breaks yokes
down on my threat
I'm peddling death when I step
Endor when I'm making the
Green, ignoring your station, it seems
That war when you're facing with me
Is
Claiming you a rebel lets see how rowdy you get
Say you from the city don't know what county it's in
See me when I'm sliding' ain't hiding behind no tint
to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last
don't have to be in this alone God your all I could ask for my lord
All I am willing to give up
You have my will give me shivers
Lord I need you for
and struck me
My life changed, and then suddenly
I met The Lord, and it wasn't even a Sunday
Maybe, one day, someday, you'll give ya' life up to Jesus
a green, red, blue, money gettin' kind of day (uh)
Tell me if I overstep, Prozac
Might just make a rack and then I'd spend it on a plaque
I need that
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