Lyrics:
Every night my girl crying "Come home to me"
No! Come home wit me
Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling
The food is spoiled, but that
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
south alabama come a country boy
He said I'm looking for a man named Jim
I am a pool shooting boy
My name is Willie McCoy
But down home they call me slim
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
don't hold it, lovin' that potent
I'm drinkin' and smokin', it still got me goin'
These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin'
Out them little
calm minds provide protection
Neglection of your health is the best way to get swayed
Manipulated by blood spells
You eat food containing fear that's why
Rollin through the block bumpin Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout
come with heart (some heart)
Rip apart any obstacle that you face don't let it park (don't let it)
Inside this drop is suede and leather the dashboard
the blood effects but yeah
I'm sorry that is my fault and in result of actions on my behalf I'll
Apologize to your daughter man, but the awful fact that we
of the brain that stores the sound
That is heard consequently, calms all sequentally
Mentally pokin in the fluids that be quenchin me
Thirst for rehearsal,
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying
lips
Now watch me sprout like a tulip
Aim for necks
My marksmanship is god
Compared to a Cupid
Bang the set
I'm really saying fuck the gang
This
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
knununu, kununu
Kununu, knununu, kununu
Day by day you dey burst my bolo-bolo oh
You got me like woah woah woah ah
You feel am abi hmm-hmm-hmm
You sabi
do man i'm the dumb nigga that chose
To go to school, man
This shit is not College Hill material
Bought books and got milk in the fridge
But no cereal
, Generation Next
Droppin' fast who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is
Hook
Uh Judge me by my color of blood not my
Skin or race we seen what that reality does
Judge me by my color of blood we all
People we all equal
kitchens
And get into my pantry get my blackberry jim jam that I'd pick blackberries
And make a jim jam in the winter time to take out on the shrimpin'
Protected by my ancestors hey cracka you aint fooling me
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner
something else that you could not probably be
Topping me is a lot to beat
You got it g
Meeting new people feel like I'm renewing the sequel
Getting older I've
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