Lyrics:
this is the fight
Can't just get by
If you see me on road say wa gwan cah man stay lovely
And yes Fam it's all bless manners on deck gotta shout out
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
dip to hunt on
Cause she mobile than a grip
Or the Blue Man Group
Caught out on the Vegas Strip
Tell em' a good game, juju pimpin'
Give em' to my nigga
dip to hunt on
Cause she mobile than a grip
Or the Blue Man Group
Caught out on the Vegas Strip
Tell em' a good game, juju pimpin'
Give em' to my nigga
the cars, then we got free
Used to only wanna pull up in a black sport
Just a white man excellin' in a black sport
Now I'm really doing pull-ups
Got
man
Selling major jums (?) by the pager son
He the one sporting crazy tunes (?) lace 'em with your tongue
So here's the plan
Get the glock I got
Yo! Here’s some stuff I learned when I was old. Every rhyme you write has a soul
It has a life. You breathed in it! So don’t disease in it. More
An old man sits in front of the mirror
An old man looks in the face of a young
Battered by the years of dreaming and fighting so long
Remembers good
Of grandiose sermons to the Great Serpent
Humble servants pulsating with purpose
We're the Children of the Old Ones, here since the itza (beginning)
Lesser
They said a working man will know
The sun goes down there it goes
Before I go and hit the road
You got to know
Old Saturday take me home
Black coffee in
desperate moan
The thing on this mountain that'll scare ya most
Is the old cold-blooded Rocky Mountain Ghost
I could not sleep that night, from the man's
Motherfucker kill this god damn planet
Man all those damn Politicians are on a mission
To take away our freedom as if it was commissioned
Probably by some rich
And he surmised
No surprise couldn't hear that
Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again
Not knowing how and not knowing when.
Nigga you don't live by the thug code
It's levels to this shit it's metals in this shit
And several niggas get introduced to the snub nose
Stomp niggas
a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta
back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we
Flyin in black cars but you with the roost
Thinkin a nigga was black though
Now
where we stand
Oh baby this old heart of mine, should i give it to another man?
A change will come , can’t you see, you’re always on my mind
(oh oh oh
We can get down, we can we can get down (x8)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (x4)
Check it!
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe
me with a brave soul
I’m a black man with no slave goals
Can't left over not a day old (mmm mmm)
If you nor know better take notes
Love lasts longer
systematic
Admit it and let me finish
Canu0027t cut me down just yet
Donu0027t think itu0027s not ironic
Gold ropes around black necks
Whatever man
Y'all can
back- , back onto the High End y'know, back onto the High End
Oh, happy birthday by the way
Same old people keep telling me I'm going places
Sometimes I
of slaves
God saves but salvation's salvaged only by choice
Can't avoid the void that once was our voice
They hoist who they cherry pick
Not a derelict who'd
so old
We been livin' in a world so cold
But you feel warm by my side
I'll take you home
You should be mine
When I feel low
You take me high
Just
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
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