Lyrics:
the back seat (yeah)
What we finna do's question's you ain't even gotta ask me (what we doin'?)
Dessy in my lap and skullcap and a black tee (hey)
Lookin'
was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by
tinted on the black truck
I remember standing at the bus stop.
Cast doubt in the honest box
Now because of that bruh I can’t stop
16 I’m in home room
chill, chill
Hold up
Aww shit, oh shit
Guy look who that is
Look who rolled up in this piece
Peace y'all
Word up, brooklyn everyday
Hey yo yo, lets do
cocktail, you could tell, by the smell
Burn one, let the whole club know I'm here (Hey!)
Let's fly tonight
Come ride wit'cha boy and get high tonight
Where's all my soul sistas?
Lemme hear ya'll flow, sistas
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
He
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Yeah, hey, hey, uh
I met this girl the other day that wanna know my story
She said since the world against me, she all
that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit
I say say say, "Black get off the 'zack,
You block my urinal tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't
and bust on the police
While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
Cell by cell
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
of sense (Oh, okay)
Some of my twizzies way too wild
I ain't talkin about condiments
I might just do this shit
Just by myself, my wave, i started this
(Hey
to rebuild it piece by piece
And I sense intensity, insensitive worries stressing my peace
Got a world ahead of me, only got two eyes and two feet, one life
torn
How i look when telling y'all to rid your mind from the porn?
Study black Christ
Even if they silence you more
Did you forget that we are moors
raise
Hey, got violated by someone she dated, if this is fate
I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we waited
Though it takes time to build
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
commas then I igg all that
I say you don't want no problems and I meant all that
If a nigga disrespect's me I'll be in all black
You don't want no smoke
I
city
Hey, it's kind of shitty
A motherfucking pity
Young niggas dying in my city
It's kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity
Young niggas dying in my city
than a rapper, more than an actor
It was more than the awards he was after
He tried to teach young, black people a better way
He got blown away
Hey
at the dock of the bay
Wating for the snow to roll in, split end
It's Kokane a k
A the black hopper
Surrounded by the black teamsters
With triple beamers
Cause
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
was Strange until I made
Me sum change and now they ridin' my nuts-nuts
Tech N9ne's out the window, you see them
KC Killers ridin' by y'all niggas
blacks, actually love them
Fuck Donald Trump, I love London Yellow music
My favorite song by him is I Don't Like Ns
Kinda like cheese, but it all depends
Hey, my name's Malik and Killer Mike's my dad
If you don't like what he's sayin', so what
That's life
Told you last tape I'm a killer man
I'm
my death bed gotta be snoozing on myself
When I lost nigga I was losing by myself
So damn right I'm in my new whip and I'm cruising by myself
Y'all
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