Lyrics:
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
we trap good
And if you rat cat you in a nap sack or a dirt nap for good
Bag of rap snacks, 3 chicken wings
With a side of some fries
Pack wraps,
The heart of a warrior forged in strife
The price of your honor may cost your life
Masked by resolve are your fears and pain
This is the way
Listen,
left you in the cold
Isn't much for consolation when you feel so weak and old
But if home is where the heart is, then there's stories to be told
No,
left you in the cold
Isn't much for consolation when you feel so weak and old
But if home is where the heart is, then there's stories to be told
No,
trust. I don't trust them myself.
Interviewer: And how long have you been writing for?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Huh?
Interviewer: How long have
vacancy
And as he stands all alone for the first time on this earth
All he really could do is just wait and see
Strike 1, the color of your skin is too
a step gotta get away
Back on this shit and I'm wide awake
Pitch black the shit that I go through, wait
Bitch I'm a dragon to the soul
Fly by with
the reparations for the pick up and
Change some legislation there’s some policies I’m sick of
Lack the sympathy your features doesn’t match the victim, he
a smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the poor get more cash?
Until then, raise up
Tell my young black males, blaze up
Life's a mess don't stress,
If I could put my foot down on an open road
As if everything didn't feel so close
I used to lock myself from the open world
Funny how I yearn for
overpower
Sour every hour got him high like tower
Records sold, etch your soul
Canisters and fly shit Bet Im gold
Hit a goal like a red wing
Trying to pick up
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
your corner and reminisce (yeah)
Try not to go into a depressing abyss (black hole)
But it might be hard for you to resist (I'm all done bro hand that
my A&R and grabbed him by his throat
Playin with my life'll get you yellow taped
Runnin in and out of church
Like I'm the yellow Ma$e
All-black fleet
a rush
In God they trust, so they sell crack to us
Lust for what whitey got and whitey has
Can see your ass on pursuit to get cash
To look thrash,
How did you decide to make
The decision to go it alone?
No interaction, what's the attraction
Of keeping them there by your side
There on your own
dick
A big black Bible hit your head
And that's how we got born again
before all the streams
(Yeah)
Chase dollars cause I cannot dream
Jump off a rocket then fly with my wings
If I am the prince how you think you the king
But
many years
And um, one of the most important personalities of the music
May I ask you something? How do you feel about hearing so much
Um, positive
Stitched together by syllables
Weave a tapestry that's broad enough to span
Minds and generations
Still it cannot be touched
By much but contemplation
You
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She
sell confederate flags to red necks
Get rich its the ultimate in payback
Money stacks for the Hay stacks
Charge em twice as much for their TRUMP hats
the evil thought currently running through your mind
What's the balance keeping you from running in your mind
No hope for the future when the black boy
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