Lyrics:
Ayy
Free 42
Locked in the can
You know what time it is
Free my fuckin bro man
Listen
Look
Lemme tell you bout pain
Man I'm feeling insane
Free my
In fifth grade
And start taking
Drumming lessons with Mr. Scott
And that dude
He started me
On the snare
With that
Blue and white book
It's called
probably run this whole town, cause I'm that loud[02:04.73]I love everybody in my life and my crowd[02:07.02]You gon' make me wanna fuck[02:08.64]Fuck your
were just saying, In Arms We Trust
When we live by the gun, we die by the gun
When we live by the drone, die by the drone
When we live by the bomb, die
And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life:
F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!"
[From the soundtrack:] "Hi! "After many
wanna go right[01:24.20]We live in peace but suddenly we fight[01:26.68]There's no one wrong and there's no one right[01:30.41]We've got to clear our
our youth is gettin' murdered by
the D.A. says they got me on a felony
I'm tryin' to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin' me?
The streets
Met about 100 girls
But none of them
Do me like you do
I wanna level up with you
By now you know
I fuck with you
This lifestyle is so comfortable
So
My niggas love when they bust
Because they buck and you duck
They put your dick in the dust
My niggas Creepin' On Ah Come Up
Black Nigga Killa
a knee
Ain't see the level I would reach
Now they grovel at my feet
Haters serving up the beef
It's all good I love to eat
Ground you all on your feet
Then
Whether it be greed lust or just plain vindictiveness,
There's a level of malevolence inside all of us,
You can paint yourself an image and live in your own
raises her hand again)
Your hand at the level of your eyes!
At the level of your eyes
Your hand at the level of your eyes!
He lives accross the lake
ties
And that's the way you got to be
Cuz ain't no love lost
When you caught up in these streets
Chasing fake love wasn't never meant to be
That's why I
We're like two activists preserving what the world has turned its back against
Beautiful love wrapped in black packages that's what's up
You know I want
in the concrete, barely got to bloom
It’s so much deeper
Ain't that much sweeter
My levels lower, I need to re up
My heart is aching, lost many people
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
the cupboard
Knowing that the shit they be doing is
Foul and grow to love it
Where the shit is never staged
Every presentation is live
Some'll bang and turn crip
But you feel different
Did you listen to a thing I said
In the beginning
I'm the type of nigga
That must be loved by a few women
Really tryna spread
Instead of being left in the cold to rot
'Cause he got stopped by a small white rock
I hope in time things change
And that i'm around to see that stage
of studio time
Sipping off the henny got me runnin’ all night
No need to love again, memories through my eyes
We’re heading to a level that that no one has in
this cold ass world
Life unfolds, I unload to keep my sanity
I guess it's just the B-I T-C-H in me
Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
Excuse me miss I'm subdued by this crazy situation that you threw me in[00:10.12]But compliment you on your pretty smile pulling everything out my
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