Lyrics:
I'm tryin' not to black, I'm like a nigga with a complex
Was mad as a ****, didn't even show it
Yesterday was better off, didn't even know it
and rapped with these rappers and bow to they massa
But not this boi
I'm not a slime I don't slither no wizard
Yea no chamber of secrets no Saul'n for witches
baby
Let's just see if we can make it a Hon Don and we can, uh
Call it even baby I done got fucked up.
I need you to take that to NiNi house over by
ancestors died
Don't keep thinking that we will quit
We'll always stand and never sit
We're 2 Live, too black, too strong
Doing the right thing, and not
throwing mad hooks and swings
That could clip you without even looking if you're close enough for him to get a hold of
When he shows up
Roll up looking so
tomorrow
Deep inside of my cries for you
Where am I?
Is all I ever wanted from you
Why have you brought me here
To live like there is only fear?
I
pathetic
Just for a laugh
They saved your ass
Even saved the anti-vax
Risking their lives
All day and night for the fight
Well fuck it let's have a barbecue
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
To Ye and Hov over there in Philly
I was up in Paris man
Standin' next to Diddy
And he introduced me as BIG
And told me I was killin'
And not that I was
because they prefer Bones to meat
But because no one will readily offer them
In life, it is survival first
Even the colours of the chameleon are not just
because they prefer Bones to meat
But because no one will readily offer them
In life, it is survival first
Even the colours of the chameleon are not just
grace into our lives
Don't stop (Yeah!)
I wanna vent the fighter up, represent
Had to pull up on the set, developable up in the sesh
"He seem so legit"
to the security officers and the people who say they went to war for the country and became disabled
Even the officers who say they are the protectors of our lives
not even close to my range
Got no time for no hoes or no games
Got no time for no hoes or no games
Verse 2:
Don’t fuck with no nigga that rap about
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
me dirty
Trying to figure life out even though I'm close to 30
How I stayed in love when she ain't even try
said her future plans don't have me by
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
crown and I'm bound
House full of stars, not acting all above
Swear we down to the floor real close to the earth
Still floating on the water water water
26 years around the sun
Still not even close to where
I thought I'd be by now
Couldn't wait to leave my parents' house
If I knew what I know today
I
I'm walking through a crowded room but I can't hear a sound
Barely sleeping, feeling lonely since you're not around
Theses scattered toys I gave you
I tend to stand out
Me I'm tryna make these niggaz tryna chase clout
And these niggaz throwing stones but they live in a glass house
I moved out
friends with, even lived with me
Was sick and we chilled regularly, both rappers intending to live the dream
Once he drove up from London on my birthday
Walking old lady is fine even now
I strongly wish your, I heartily wish my
This place world keeps its smile forever
Not crowded (but it's full of lives
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