Lyrics:
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
tweet, tweet, I can't be beat, truth has taken a holiday
My fans believe that Jesus Christ has nothing on me today
If I don't win, it'll be a sin, and God
us?
Never has this fucked up nation not been ran by racist fucks
White folks tryna embrace our culture why they ain’t embracing us?
Tryna tell us how
on null and the feats on full
I just wanna get by going slick for the folks
Put it all on me if you wanna strike gold
Put it all in the safe after rocketing
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
straight shooter on point like an arrow
Influential give the Glory to God though, building With the King's folk
Move with the brotherhood
Vibing with
been
Nevertheless let's present our sin
Begin a knife throw, aim next to the head
Missed it by a few inches, oh well
Bang bang, confetti, but why's it
I'm a rasta
Word to Jah, word to Ra, word to the horizon
Haile Selassie ya, ha
It's kinda like every rhyme I write dope, Chyna white
I'm grinding
again,
As history can tell,
Barbarians.
Where would I run ?
Where would I hide ?
Who would I kill to save my folks ?
When my world has come back
My heart is shielded
By dozens of demons and feelings
Feeling unlovable tonight
Falling in love can be a struggle, a struggle
Love has been a curse
vibe when the folk run by, in my head
I know they hate me
Mind on freeze, not a time to be, in the hind
I was going crazy
I don't live out on the lavish
but even drink them
I hear he knows how to speak, but doesn't. By choice
I heard that Low Joe only has 30 bucks in his paypal account
But he's too
to draw
Yee haw
Rowing through a misty night
As waves bash at my hull
I’m swallowed by a cavern
In the cliff face rising tall
If I believe the old folk
They ain’t your Folks
And that bitch is a hoe let ha choke and let ha go
Glock on u nigga it’s poking keep it tucked like all the time
And if you show
Sir
A word
You don't have the votes (you don't have the votes)
Aha-ha-ha ha
You're gonna need congressional approval and you don't have
[Jeff] Let, Let, Let's Go
[Announcer] Calling all cars, calling all cars
Be on the lookout someone has stolen the D.J.
Agent F.P. get on the case
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat b****
Ha ha ha
Young Money, Streets
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
B****es get to stepping like
Now I'm back on top of this shit
Lotta folks nowadays tell me don't quit
They tell me my sound is legit
Ian braggin', but to me it ain't shit
I know
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Rakt upp bror vi är
just like Cardi. She wanna ride like a Harley, on cam like iCarly she get on ha knees i record it. Back of the back wit a choppa, he play then I pop em
You've gotta dream a little dream
Ho, one more time
I'm back with a new rhyme
Hey, here we go again
Ha, turn it up my friend
No, we don't stop
Ha, we
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
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