Lyrics:
ain’t been a victim
All I want is rights,
That ain’t protestin, that’s Mob and riot,
People shot dead, just another night,
Might be mislead, But let it
a little freaking
Go ahead and be the freak girl!
Nurse by day but at night she look tight!
Go ahead and be a freak girl!
Teachers let your hair down,
Y'all might as well be confused
But y'all just gon' have to wait and see
She called the cops on us once
Man, I'm just gon' forget that
She called the cops
yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the jugular
Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late
rap songs
And by the way, I feel
The cigar won't last long, gotta be strong
Even though my life ain't shit, huh
Hoping and praying to live the tip
Won't
see how they turn out (how they gon' turn out)
Might just be bookin', they won't put the blunt out (won't put the blunt out)
They say it's a drug,
bad, I'm knocking down your door, mane
Shit, our scene might leave you terrified
That's why my 9-millimeter stay by my bedside
Got partners locked up
"The good times can be a trap"
"Oh yeah?" "Hahaha"
"Oh, hell naw (yeah, yeah)
Not here" (Scheiße)
Check myself into rehab
Yeah, um
I might die
to end up in jail
I'ma put up some mail in case I have to make bail
I'ma still rhyme swell
Shiiit, might as well
And stay from the block cuz it be hotter
had the mack in the vest
The way he moving might be dressed
He made two rights nigga move left
Standing by the incinerator
Thank God he your
nigga reached for his gun, but then he got his ass shot
He caught a bullet for trying to be a muthafuckin mascot
Thinking they might try something else,
Dashin dashin yeah we dashin in these streets
Cashin cashin yeah the cashin be obese
Yeah dashin dashin yeah we dash by the police
Bla bla blastin blastin
Speeding I'm racing my foot on the gas
Hope I don't crash
Done being broke Imma need it real fast
This might be my last
Grinding so hard I was
countries movin' and USA enterprises
Snatchin' your mic then speakin'
While you might be leakin'
Then losin' the luxury, average man be seekin'
Thought he
Nope, no no
No you never met me
Never met me
I could put the work in the street
I could send a shot to police
I could go to sleep with the freaks
All
That's why we pack Metal Thangz
For those with sheep hearts
Deep darks aren't fragmented on
These glaciers of ice
Like an abused pitbull I was
Bred to be
Mhm,
Damn right yeah I'm booted up
There's no way I didn't have enough
Going under cover
Slipping on my gloves
That might be the one, yeah
Wipe it
you peeped
I just be blowing the tree
I knock em' down by the three
Heard that she charged you a fee
It's not a guarantee, if you taking that plee
My
wasn't mine
And when the police came I drove away and dodged a DUI
And you might say that I'm lucky to be alive
Well let me tell you friend
I've always
respect peace
Oh the feeling is so real!
When you see that murder’s legal
When it’s done by police, the beast
Do you ever have the urge to kill?
When you
see before your nigga fold
On the road to them oppositions
Nigga might just end up missing
Pulled off with my cousin left em slain
Now its gone be some
The United States of America
By the people
By the people
The show in Hollywood, those were 21-and-older people
They had police out there
Cardin'
Ayy, this ad-lib right here
Yeah (oh yeah)
Slime
June, you're a genius
Slatt, slatt
Press by my life, my interview be the booth
I got my head
know the god
'Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the god
It might be too late, but the song's will live on
Just know this fact,
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