Lyrics:
Let me get some gin pour up
Got some bomb weed roll up
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game
They got it from us
I'm with my gang
your foot on first
Been about ten years since I been high off the 'angel'
Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes, that prize
very young
They can't stay with a neega if he ain't got a million
Baby abeg, struggle with a neega now
Grow with a neega now
Stay by a neega now
But, you
purpose
Best foot forward, puttin' first the quality
The competition soundin' nervous, aye
Done with holdin' back, I put the work in
Waitin' till they catch
purpose
Best foot forward, puttin' first the quality
The competition soundin' nervous, aye
Done with holdin' back, I put the work in
Waitin' till they catch
not a gang-join the Army
Don´t be no fool, don´t let your prejudice rule
Don´t judge why your fear, judge us by your ear
Can´t believe every word
and join us (Phatha)
Come and join us (Phatha )
Come and join us (Phatha phatha)
Do it baby (Phatha )
Do it baby (Phatha )
Do it baby (Phatha phatha)
white, we won't sell it no more
I'm like, Trump ain't feeling us, cops still killing us
Niggas taking shots, can't stop me, they ain't real enough
Cut
where the journey takes place and you give it all meaning
There's waitin' on us all, there's no need to pretend
No feet are in the feeling where you
wah ah, Let us join our hands and pass through difficult times happily
Wah ah wah ah, And let's make our dreams and feelings come to light.
Oh oh oh oh
know some things are substantial whether or not financial And playing us with the other stuff way up on the mantle So don't try to adjust your radio,
can tell that they is sick of us too)
Asking me all of these questions
(Damn bitch is this a fucking interview)
(Asking shit like Daeshon where do you
alright, it's alright)
Hand in hand we'll take a caravan
To the motherland
One by one we're gonna stand with the pride
One that can't be denied
(Stand
to tell you, you lookin over us
Our little angel, but you know what
Brooklyn's missing you Detroit is missing you
New Orleans missing you Philly's
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
dark, too thick, too hood for ‘em
Now she sitting at the dinner table
Wondering what I’m doing here
They got me feeling like a
Job interview in here
They
bienvenido
Feeling so hot - ay bendito! Hot!
I feel the magic in the air
Don't gotta be a millionaire
To get down with us tonight
Y cuando la musica te toca
through with the fame and friends
We drip and we twice as tall
Men you can't stop us
We up and we cannot trust
Time flies but we can recall
Blessings but we
In the kitchen countin' cash with cats with backward agendas
Put a Benz in the brick, then toss it back in the blender
That was us, next to a big
who is greatly wise
I am telling you the armour which has been told by Lord Brahma
And so please hear them from me, oh pretty one, with reverence
This
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
together, we were cuffed
If we had an interview I could just tell which spot gets you aroused the most
The way you move, hard feelings for our past
If I take
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Written by Anthony Parker
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We need exposure for soldiers ending up homeless I notice we got a potus who never think that he owe us
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