Lyrics:
DOORS WOULD BE LOCKED…YOU
GOTTA GO TO THE BLUE DOORS IN THE BACK OF THE…OH MY GOD!
CARLY IS INTERUPTED BY HER NOTICE OF FREDDIE WITH A
HUGE
keep killing my brothers and sisters, getting away with it
So I'm on the frontlines, and I ain't finna play with it
Black people in America have been
home to stay I'm just passin through
There's things I have to do
Cuz I'm looking for my way to the top
I been working all day working all night
Some
I'm back home
Ain't shit sweet thought it was Sugar
But it's salt you was wrong
I blow dat blick
Like I finger control
These niggas envy
They
home
My brothers in pain
I'm tryna stay strong
Done living this way
I'm gone
Rollin' through Atlanta with a heart full of pain
Everywhere I go I swear it
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin'
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our
move on
I'd rather eat and get money alone
(I don't) i'm missin' my brother
Can't wait 'til he home (Yeah)
He told me fuck bitches, leave niggas alone
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
ain't got you co-na-vict nigga, I'm takin' my hood back
Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back?
Off with his head, we takin' the hood
And Barbie dolls back when I was ten
Then it was kissed up, now I play real
It's like I'm talking to a boy
Yo I'm built, the clock keeps ticking
To tell you my
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
the casket and now I'm here to repent
But really I'm dancing circles up in my head
Praying I could go back, go back, go back
Hey
Days I thought were endless
on my way
I got to the party 'bout ten, I'd say
It was after eleven when I rocked the mic
And by the time I left the stage the people were hyped
a drink
Put it on my tab, I'm buying, I'm sending a bottle your way
Put it on my tab, 'cause you had a long day
Put it on my tab, I'm buying, I'm
be your end, to say the least peace
And I won't give a thang
'Cause I'm down with the true crew
Down with the coochie bang
Brothers better strap they
talk to me nice
Give my mans his life
I say by now he paid that price
Brother forgive me cause I never write
I barely call
What was the price
That shit
one is called
I’m sorry and I’m on my way home
You gotta bigger plan for me i don’t doubt that
I gotta watch the speech
I got a spot to reach
I got
me?
Nope, that's the fourth time this week
Another fast brother shot dead in the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My moms goes
rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit
Holding out for a hand into the criminal life
Make my world my enemy
They done, done it to me
Walking home, days
I'm thinking the nurse gon hit my mama
Louie
'Cause I'm her lover
Let me kiss your lips, I'm intrigued by the taste
The way you dance, the way you move your waist
We meet face to face in
this week
Four young brothers got shot in the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My momma go to work cold bustin' her ass
My sisters
I think im dreading emptiness and thinking how
I've been thinking out
Loud
So tell me if were full yet
In the back of a class fulla heads
Thinking
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
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