Lyrics:
the cycle managed by their 400-year advantage
They don't feel you black man now you getting paid
They wanna kill you black man cause they still afraid
Don’t
Who going to take care of her son
Death by a cop
Said her man had a gun
But he ain't have no gun
Tried to hit the gas and run
So the cop shot up the car
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Best rapper in the game since Kendal Roy
I was about to beat Mohg when the host died
cnd when I'm sittin' shot gun that's a ghost ride
cll of you idiots
wife, man, I ain't got a gun or a knife
You do this and you ruin my life
And I apologize if it seems like I got out of line, sir
'Cause I respect
gun up the choppa the gunna
Wait a minute press start
And ya man he lame don’t let me put him on park
Cold winter mad your car won’t start
And ya shawty
fuck a gun torture
Gotta live in my world watch ya life fly by
Party on the high rise then dive off control your own destiny
Yo, We gotta stop being
never made me
Eight: live by four and shit'll be straight
You know, where your head at, son?
Get your shit together, man get
Your shit in order, boy, ya
abortion clinics
Random bodies thrown up in it
In the streets where I was playin
In the Jungles where im stayin
Gun shots by elementarys
These niggas wasnts
mistakes
Yeah but I still find my way home yeah yeah yeah oh
I been sinning just to win nigga these days
Had to throw shots just so I could see my b-day
Yeah
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
ME POP OFF UNA TALKIN (7)
GUN SHOT A SING BWOY THINK SAY A STING (8)
ANY JUNKRO FLY UP MAN A CLIP DEM WING (9)
SO THE MACIE SOUND WHEN ME CLAP E
PUT
won't leave alive he won't leave alive
Gun by me he won't leave alive he won't leave alive
Smoking tree I'm high as can be put a shot in his face say
and the law, and shit
And I'll probably get shot for being a wild nigga
You'll probably get shot for being a foul nigga
Let's talk about slugs and the drugs
got the text
Like he think he bout to rump
Pants to his ankle, to his cap is a gun
One shot to his melon like nigga you done
I'm with the guyz we
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It will take you to a near map
Lead you to a hungry young black boy bout to be a man (Be a man)
Grab your balls, stand tall and shout
regardless
Yuh life span have shortage
Mi Walk wid yuh head a mi ears
Like mi Samsung weh cordless
Mi rifle a leak meek
Nicki man nah bex
Mi Drive by yuh get
Uh, yeah
Brrah
Uh, yeah
Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
If you you see thunda
From a gun this is somethin' that'll get the heat on ya
When she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep numba
Don't no
rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit
(Yo, kill that nigga, man!)
All I remember was I shot for his throat G
You see big guns and 3-D is haunting
trigger
Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah, I got a crispy stainless
Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers
Them head shots
grabbing the pussy by the handful
Cause the man knows
That he can’t lose
With a few scandals
When Vladimir Putin is handing him
Wikileaks used to advantage
a shot of bacardi, my heart is harden, asked a mastermind gee I'm dreadful
Drilling ass chasing fellas with gun makes my soul joyful
It's not funny
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