Lyrics:
Riding with my brothers, Lover of my friends
This world can be so grimy but it'll love to see you beat it
Keep God right by yo side, you gon need em for
put it on the gang
Bitch I’ll put it on these white kids screamin Sosa like bang bang
Trappin out the suburbs
Imma hot boy call it summer
Run a bag then
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
the discrepancies of my deal
Like the millions that y'all owe me, I gotta audit y'all for real
But you changed my life, that's my word
Took a young kid out
loan this dog
Paid back by our mother sisters
And brothers now Jonas yo
Big Spanish while the numbers
Spanish hocus pocus bro it's all bogus
So are we
heard, the dope style calculated by the great wait
And take just a second to get caught up in my record
new but not a kid to be worn
If something' gettin'
niggas gettin quaked by money
But The Horsemen here though
Comin through with the Hennessey and dough dough
I'm lookin at the niggas peepin out the hoes
I
They gon learn to quit playing with P
Mind on my money
Heart inside the street
Remember back when I was selling ten a g
Life is like an instrumental
my day one bro’s for the come up
The paranoia producing these instrumentals 'til sun up
And pray the game still got love when it’s over
Listening
my matress, & the rich
Is in the mansion getting away with all these taxes
Let's just fuck the middle classes and let's kill 'em by the masses
If they
ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't
know you came here before so I wait by the sea shore and I
Never thought about the future, contemplating with a few beers
I know you hate when I drink
loan this dog
Paid back by our mother sisters
And brothers now Jonas yo
Big Spanish while the numbers
Spanish hocus pocus bro it's all bogus
So are we
brothers
And sisters
They say the love us but don't want to help us
So we lead by example
Cus our children are champions
You lead
I'll lead
You lead
We'll
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
When I'm on the scene I get feedback
Brothers runnin' up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just
it takes to make a kid future great
They fuck with us fiending for some dollars that they feed from us
Too entitled and rich to admit their defeat from
That brother's hot like curry, one love to Keith Murray
Rappers like Craig Mack quench my thirst for comedy
I'd love to hang with Red Man but I ain't
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
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
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)
a while back a brother was down bad, real sad (Tell 'em, oh word?)
Almost in toe tags, body bags were my bed sheets but tied up like Glad (Oh shit)
Ain't no
the matrix the youthiologist
I'm God's favourite the prodical kid
You know i'm racist
The all black genesis
I got the facts
This ain't no hypothesis
Secure
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