Lyrics:
by
Oh nay oh nay cried Henry Martin
This thing it never can be aye
For I have turned pirate along the salt sea
Salt sea salt sea salt sea aye
For
It's the only way I'm sane (Sane)
Extra money just came in, yeah, it's
The only way I'm flyin'
It's the only way I'm plane (Swerve)
Aston Martin coupe
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Start off like mama i love you
Your son was always in trouble
You know we came from the struggle
That taught me How to be humble
Homies dead and I miss 'em
Rest caught up in the system
Trayvon Martin in a hoodie, MAC with a fully, I won't be a victim
Pyrex stove in
the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon'
to be a Martin Luther type dreamer
Ima by any means get it type achiever
How you get a murder drop down to misdemeaner
I came home more blessed than
This blue label taste nice
I'ma take you my hood
West from the arch down Dr Martin Luther King
West from the arch down Dr Martin Luther King
North
to myself
What did I even do
To deserve all the pain that I get now
So then came perfect timing
I started my writing (Yeah)
And it kinda felt like a get out
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
[Hook - Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it
means
Soaring towards the thrown that's by anymeans
Wishes came wit prices timna fight this urge
To wait right at the bottom till it's time to watch em
the name prophet profits I grow that's backed by gold
Say!
Hook
It was all a dream. (Came up through the murder scenes.)
It was all a dream.
It was all
the driver had to do just to pass by you
That's if you ask me
So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em
I hope you never crash on 'em
What good is flashin'
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
shot and killed Trayvon Martin
O, the time it was night and the evening was cold and the month it was late February
Trayvon Martin at only seventeen
on your ass
Why they send it by the ton but lock you up for the stash
And shoot a man in his back and Walk away and just laugh
Yeah
That's why ya always let
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
on earth
Be loved by God as much as God loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King
Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth house
Be, eternal
glory begin to speak in tongues
That thing that God has spoken to you by his word it has come to pass
Common common
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
nazo
I'm making money for the team
I'm Martin Luther with the dream and well
I do this shit by any means
Intwan' iblind ipheth' iplan
Ezobulala konke
Swallows on the Loch - In a future release we'll get to Martin's first composition, but this is mine. It was written just before I left home in 1978.
to demolish it black Kings know that your blessed
I, got foresight but they a'int pass the torch yet
Always remember where I came from still got more steps
How
the credentials of strippers in Atlanta
Ass came with a hump from the jump she was a camel
I want to ride like Arabians
Push an '04 Mercedes-Benz
"Hello my name
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