Lyrics:
the things that I did
In the clubs popping them corks and spinning off lids
Find I bitch I like, give her the wood like Taye Diggs
She tweets about it later
sittin' on the train
Give a nigga more time
Look
If my mans down, nigga, I help him get up
Max Payne, I'm totin' TECs and Berettas
Never trust
I got all that Shakespearean knowledge kind of a burden but good for college
I go to school and pay attention to things that you could never
Feels good to be black today
Ain’t it so fucking good to be black today?
Woke up in the morning, message from the president
He said they shooting all
of your own
No need to shop around you got
The good stuff at home
Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never
Showin'
Come up to the turf and Imma beat a motherfucker's ass
Spit like sucker Sylvester y'all suffering succotash
Hotter than the sun don't need to give
Aw, Mom. Not that show again! I don't want to watch that show! Can't we watch Good Times or Chico and the Man or something cool? Turn it off!
Things
Things changed back in '75
We were all growing up on the in and the outside
We got in trouble with the police man
We got busted getting high in the back
president
Gettin' off is the first order of business
Once I get in office
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam
Naked, laughing,
eye, they say good-bye,
They're friends, without a doubt
When the man on the pier
Shouts, ""Let them clear,""
As the ship strikes out.
Refrain
Give my
Built by real rhymes straight up menace, heh
Bring ya mics out and let the games begin
So we can battle for control of the city's grid
We da realist
you black, whether you white
I don't give a fuck nigga show me something real
Niggas out here dropping for no reason
Getting worser by the season tryna
You know damn well you ain't in the trap
You ain't never made your own aunty relapse
Yeah, your songs good, but nobody believe you
I ain't gotta
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
Yop cmon
I can give a fuck if a nigga out here hating ima still shine
Bitches tryna stalk ain't Tony Hawk but I still grind
If I ever said I miss my
He'll never let you fall (good God almighty)
Keep your head up (He walking by your side)
Smile again
You've been down too long
Lift your head up
catch em at night
Send his soul flying yeah just like a kite do
That boy gone see what that light bout
Trapping I never got caught by the jakes
Nigga I
Buckwheat and stymie's down with Rodney Allen rippey
While Tommy and Annica were beating up Pippy
Karate chops snap crackle pops
You do the hip thing
the Church of St. Agnus
Crazy pompous, he never had a concious
When Candace fucked his money up, Candace was unconcious
The nigga flipped on a dime
forget about the deen, Sirat al-Mustaqim
Yo, it's about a thing, uh, yo
If you feel real good wave your hands in the air (yo, yo, what? What? What?)
hit me on the email
Never trust no female
It's all love in the music but my demons in the details
You can tell by who I eat with that I eat well
I'm
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
Billionaires'd be fucked up
Like the earth, so fucked up
They don't give a fuck and then fuck it more
Inside my head there's a big void
Sweet land of liberty
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