Lyrics:
to take a stand
You keep me on the shelf like you're my man
But you're not my man
You're not my man
Oh, you're not my man
You say the only crime
Would be
Just cuz you're an African man
You can still get done by the African gang
I'm in a gaff with tings that bang and I got tings that bang
Them man write
every nation
Judge a man by his heart, not color of skin
God views a man from what's held within
And, you're called one of His, so you gotta know
fly like an owl (fly like an owl)
No Chris Breezy
I used to be dusty
But look at me now (look at me now)
Yeah yeah
Slatt
Woah
I got my hood on my back
a prison, feel me
Freedom was granted by God
Therefore no man, no thing, no jail cells
Not even death, bruh, can take your freedom
See, because it was only
Better ask ya girl I'm so great with my hands
I think the shit's funny, cuz they just be standing in place but ain't taking no stance
I gotta chick in
to a man
Think,
What's it to be a human and not
Kill every person man
So I'm on my way home
Had to voyage, no return
Windows down, wind blowin
Civic cruisin,
cross da world
Im tryin 2 approach her why she
Dancing on da vip sofa
Then she disappears oooooo
Ur man got the debs on how mami lives
Man she da shit
Yo
What’s going on b
I know I’ve been gone for a little while but I’m back now man
I know I know
I ain’t dropped in a minute but still we move
so he don't get
The chance to cheat death if I slide down
It's only gon' be some debris left
12 on the right, dumbass
You gotta swing left
What I
"Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band
Sweet Love, I want your p**** can I be your man?
Stripped to the bare essentials let me f*** you if I can
can’t be guaranteed, gotta watch them by yourself
With my blood, I don’t ever trust another man
Let them call you paranoid, but it’s better than being
population is filled with mental patients
pretendin to be normal, pretendin to be mental patients
Gotthem got rapists by the pile
Watch out for goons of vile
writing by the end of the year…
I may not be a virgin then!
Yeah, its crazy aint it?
Master a craft and change your fate then
Maestro come from a maverick
anything you see
'Cause it never used to be this way
So look into my eyes if you're not telling lies
Telling me, telling me
That you're playing by
high man
I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
So I would go to school and try to get good
and bake the beat until this shit is known. We let em know we let em know these bitches know we skiing slopes. It’s the hot jam gotta be the antidote. It’s
Feeling pulled out by the tide
I just wanna be strong and provide
Smile you're on camera
Don't wanna know what goes on inside
I gotta be the rock
So
put me on,
But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do...
If you're not believing this song enough to hate
my thing
Gotta shock 'em all like Lightning
Gotta watch 'em fall like Lightning
You know this be over hunnit degrees when we're
Repping the Team
As my pops always says
U gotta enjoy the sun while it's shining
It does not do u no good to keep from smiling
Put all that bullshit aside, man yea, just
Forgetting what the time is
Watch the clock
My eyelids drop
Slip into sleep
Trying not to count sheep
Man that trick is so cheap
Gotta eat
Maybe it's the weed
Tryna reach my goals so my kids be blessed
Big heart never lackin’, I’m a Black man
Good soul, yeah, I know myself
Prayin’ up to God, yeah, I know my
Not one man
Can tear me away from him
By his side
I'm safe with him
In my mind
I think that I can
Pull down my pants
Show the place
Two lips can
Plant
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