Lyrics:
'm keepin' it real
Freedom of speech really ain't that free
So when you say what you want you gotta say it in secret
Ignore the obvious but I know that you see
on two
Next thing you know I fucked the whole crew
Had them all screaming Viktor Lu
Blood on my shirt, blood on my shoes, blood on my face
Blood
a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said, "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' 50
I got love for
Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (that's real shit)
Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it
When you a dope boy,
well
I believe that God knows what each of us
Wants and needs it's not necessary for us
To make it to church on Sunday to
Reach Him you can find Him
Tyler Perry
I do not fuck with Trump, I swear to God, this shit getting scary scary
Niggas was never around when I needed support, that's petty petty
But
"kid, we found your name on a envelope at
The bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had
Any information about it
Are we sinners in the hands of an angry God?
Or is God being judged by a sinning mob?
If God ain't good, I must've missed something
If God ain't
the pain, it breaks my heart
I know you love me, I know you hurt some
I know what love is, I know you
I know the black blood, make the grass grow, in
the blood
And there where the dead one was
Much later, all black
A little blood still stretches
Coagulated blood life's rust, body's rust
Blood curdled like
the headphones up, Ali here we go
I woke up this morning with my dick on hard
Didn't know why 'til I said fuck all y'all
Or fuck this world, or I'mma fuck that
growin' like eight fold, uh
You know how I hate goals
I can't tell if they turning green from the envy, or is it the fake gold? (Uh)
I move through
apart, get back together
So what I'm saying, I saw every flick from Tyler Perry
I ain't know if it was HBO, Cinemax, ShowTime, SciFi
BET, or TNT
But
closed it I know you closed it regardless
You a fucked up manager Cass'
Real managers are supposed to open
Doors for their artists
Well when it was time
workin every day
Sunday I got power washed
I know it was the blood
Wednesday my beef got squashed
I know it was the blood
Friday sickness lost
I know it
Ha
Yeah
Let's go, Ugh
It's DEITY, bitch
I'm out for blood (Blood) I'm out for blood (Blood)
I'm out for blood like I got a vendetta (Yeah)
I'm out
(It was one of the worst performances I've seen in my life)
(I couldn't sleep last night because I felt this shit)
(Ooh, ooh, tee-vah) ooh, uh
and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules
Heaven knows
change the world
First thing i would erase is racism in this nation
I guess that's more than half the white population, now it's karma you facing
Columbus
I was always taught to get it
All I know is how to get
Where was you
Where was you
Where was you
Where was you
I flipped that pack by my lonely
(Bye)
It was hard for them to see
Ran up my check
And then I showed 'em (Look at me now)
You can't offer me a thing
I did this shit all by my lonely
With
on moves
Free WalkDownNuke
You know the feds got him
Yea I know
We was posted up Sunday to Saturday night
A lot of people dying
I know that I might
It’s 3
I was born in the cross hairs without a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over Jordans and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it ain't
domestication was their main intention
And by second grade I'd seen the grain and I just went against it
By middle school If I ain't fall in line they'd reprimand
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