Lyrics:
But then America fucked up and blamed up
I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't
More problems
But I keep it 99 plus 1
If I had a 9 by my side
3.5 in the blunt
Could I barter with the cat for my tongue
If I had a nigga with cash
Who's
is the motive daily, motive daily
Hustle can't get it by being lazy, being lazy
Can't trust no bitch wit her hands out
When God blessed you with
thing I wore, I wore a clip and some rounds
A fuckin' killa with this mule head and I'm clippin' 'em down
Because I'm all out of choices and my voice is
Crime pays I been up for 9 days
Designated crime days
Then we split it 9 ways
Cash rules
I’m a fucking cash mule
If the bitch is bad cool
Then she
Now let that seep in don't let the sheep in deacon my only sin is in my skin
Church
Preach on it
Allow me to speak my truth
Everybody say Church
Good
I'm a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic
The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense
Straining my bowels, fucking hungry
it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang!
Holding your st. ides
You just brushed right by my side
I swear I got butterflies
Yeah yeah
Oh you make my body go
Yeah yeah
Oh you make my body go
Morning comes much too soon
I'm lying in a heap
My head is pounding, my body's aching
I want to go back to sleep
Don't tell me how to live my
like button
Buy my book and subscribe to my Youtube channel
Yes
You too
Can claim reparations 40 acres and a mule
Every little bit goes a long way
In
The general a criminal do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm
strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President
Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we
They say I’m selfish but don’t ever see their glitch
selling a dream but how is my sales pitch?
Gimme a beat and a mic, watch me body it
Stay, stay
I
Dance floor's smokin' (Come on)
Body's wet (Come on, come on)
Bass is kickin', you ain’t seen nothing yet
This power inside of me will make you see
It’s
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
or chokin' the weedin' hole
I just leave the land the way it is and watch good money grow
Soil banks and surplus wheat leaves lots of time on my hands
But I'll
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out at the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up and Little Creek's level plow my
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
the bottom
It ain't shit change (Damn)
Had to ice up my body like I got wrist pain
(Yes, sir)
Neck strain, team is on my back (Yes, sir)
Still we schemin' for
anybody can get it
The hard part is keepin' it, motherfucker
What you want you? A house or a car?
Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar?
Anythin',
life
I stand it all alone
Accept my way of living
I live it on my own
It's my life
I try to be so free
'cause freedom is the promise
Of my destiny
It's
is so nice
And you start to notice all
The rises and falls
The softness of it
The peculiar little habits
That make my voice my own
By now you'll notice
love
Girl I'm only tryna get my mule
All I really wanna do is party
Hennessy and molly inside my body
I just want your body on my body
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