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the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
adopted kids of America
They fear what they don't know
That's why they hate our beautiful
Across the land they play the game
Of turning our joy into pain
falling back in time with camps by those without a spine
This is our home
It's been for so long
We can't stay here
Fuck all the illicit confinement
It's
stands in our way Although we walk right by it every day
And some even fail just to recognize The empathy offered from a stranger's eyes
Cause we've
coming up from America with caskets filled with cocaine
There's a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
There's a lighthouse in
bitch
'Cause all this business that I'm doin' finna make me rich
G-Lock by her G spot and it's on unlock
Tree spot by the D spot, but that's where we
what it means to be black in America
And a big screen tv where you can watch Fox and Friends
In total surround sound ignorance
With no immigrants
Stevie
The drinks were being served in the hall by the big screen TV
The gamblers were sitting drunk in their pj's
Placing their bets and tipping the dj's
Big dreams
Small steps
Reviving visionaries
We got some access to the excess
And we can't deny
America been living comfy since like 89'
The world
cause his need to get warmer is uncontrolled
That scholarship done fell through so he's un-enrolled
And all the homies he knew is rich off of rap or they
men in desperation
Everybody's paranoid bout a nuke nation, then along comes Joe and drops our expectations
Look at the new normal, I know times change
dem by ourselves
Small small children
Old mama dem
Naked face you
Stand with one leg
Bend yanch face you
Begin swear you in
With big big juju
Amadioha
dem by ourselves
Small small children
Old mama dem
Naked face you
Stand with one leg
Bend yanch face you
Begin swear you in
With big big juju
Amadioha
turned its back now we're on our own
Hardworking men and women standing in the bread line
Underemployed underpaid it's not 1929
Wake up America before
Yeah
We on our rich nigga shit
Wake these people up
We RICH forever
DBE shit
Big Guala Yo talk to em
Huh
Got a rich nigga posture
And all my diamonds
Hey, my name is not Protocol
And I ain't nobody's stigma or statistic
Hey, hey lady, you know who you are.
You think you helpin' me by insertin'
Two of America's most wanted we outlaws side by side
week bro, I'm finna
Look, uh
I give my runners S5s with the Benzymes
I'm big time and still will get
Mines' off the quick dimes my chicks fine
Wash
our crowns flamboyantly
Pharaoh Pharaoh Pharaoh Kings
Pharaoh Pharaoh Pharaoh Queens
Pharaoh Pharaoh Pharaoh Kings
Rich in my melanin
Mother nature
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
want to build a castle
And surround
By a big ass moat
Stick a flag
At the very top
God bless America
Raise a glass
To the ones we lost in heaven
Staring
[DJ Paul:]
Yo, Right now we gonna dedicate this to all our soldiers,
Over there fightin for us,
You know what I'm sayin,
For all our fallen
America, what are we doin'
How did we ruin
The life and the liberty we are pursuing
Let's get it movin'
Start introducin'
A change in our nation
litty he'll ye
He'll ye he'll yea
Ice my wrist brand new bitch
She might choose yea yea
If she bad den she boujee
We get rich Chanel class
I put the brand
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