Lyrics:
go by Dizzy Wright though, with the rifle
In 1991, I'm lookin' like Michael
The same year that the police beat up
On Rodney King and gave us
Something
all my fallen soldiers
Man, free my nigga Tooly right now
Another unlawful traffic stop murder by the hands of a bastard cop
They see the color of our
the goal on the horizon
The world 'round us glitches out now
(GLITCH! OUT! NOW!)
Let's go, speed it up
Thinkin' we won't rev it up
Don't you know we'll blow
like lumber
If hun wants to swing ep', she takes my beeper number
The skills go back to the days of flippin' coins
Pasttime readin' books by my man
Its gonna go down till the AM
My homie Young Revus can you tell them
Its all fun in games till you fuck with us
My nigga Young Revus can you tell
mad
You should be glad, let's have a toast
We do the most
Look at the squad look at us go
It ain't a mirage
From a garage shooting my post
I'm shooting
go to grow
I can hear you calling, but you not driving to the paint
Smoking back out the loud pack, frying out all the pain
Really numb like a sore
its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I promise I will never let you go
(now what you call that)
Said I got I got I got I got your back
like that
I heard they popped blood in his ass, you know he ain't fire back
They took a chain off the boy neck, don't let him deny that
Ayy, y'all
We Supercool that's what it sound Like
A lot of niggas hate us But it's all Right
I'm just wanna handle my business
Ride around town
Got the sub
black in this white man's world - and all I heard was
Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone's blind
And where to go, no
I'll never let you down I'll get us there
Children by my side
Laughter in their life
Strong the feeling that we'll be alright
Cause Love
what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it!
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit
I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like
I'm desperate to survive and to thrive
Is there winning as real nigga today
Hmm let's play
X on my back just because I'm
Fed up
I might slip but I know
This bitch you hear me quick
PSA lets Get back to it though
Aw boo hoo your account got shut Down
Aint the end of the world i dont give a Fuck clown
He is worthy of praise
Hold us fast, when we face the flame.
Rev 18, don't miss the train
Black or white, don't be stuck in gray.
To live is Christ
face
I loss my voice
That was my heart
That was my soul that I poured into music
Yet I was still blessed in so many ways
It took me years to let this go
to fine
Let herself go, now she just alright
You around good girls tryna be Ms wright
Fantasize talking about don't abide
Disoriented, Colt army
Hit up my
state these felons
Earned my name for all of them wettings
If I let you live, then give blessings
Wait, hold up a second
Ay, Twigz, what do you reckon?
a few toys like a happy meal
All black AMG
Wood grain on the dash by the steering wheel
Tinted windows can't see
Run it up let's get the cheese
Im him
better
Holy moly tenderonis want the bone so imma let 'em
All my homies holding woahdies if you press us they gon' check ya
Start to preaching on the beat
robots
Who would have us all share their death.
History is simply a justification for oppression,
Written by those who practice it.
It is being
finna go
I'm just tryna stop being cynical
And let it happen if it's finna blow
I pull up to the block in a double R
All I need is paper, I ain't tryna be
on the water
Let's go runnin' on the back of the wind
There's gotta' be some action on the face of the earth
And I've gotta see your face once again
And I
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