Lyrics:
to try prove that wrong
Okay, my bad, I may have been too brash
But at least I'm not out here fake flexing with a wad of cash
At least I'm not surrounded
(Woop woop)
It’s the police, freeze
Please get down your knees
Nigga
All that I see on the screen
Violence and brutality
It’s world war 3 in these
All that is sacred
My body lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
Some money making Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace
I'm with a centerfold
Eight hundred originals
I was flipping Os
Ducking feds getting dough
And my pistol blow to niggas who think it's a joke
Ps hit
a nigga at the house, gang shouting "that's not for lease"
I had to rap like MLK's I had a dream speech
Niggas like me be targeted by the police
Yo ho give
My last hope?
My last hope?
I'm feelin' some day ones that be hatin', I don't call them partners
I don't carry blicks no more cause police, they
To let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's cool with you?
Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy
Long as you know you my
They left me to die, the voices brought me back bitch
Poppin’ pills and driving, got my son in the back bitch
I can tell by how he said it he won’t
Got to learn how to pick it
Been blinded by love
But now I see vivid
My content explicit
My music is gifted
Lastly no fucks given
Fuck the police
Fuck
in the bank, put the loot in the codauh sack
Slapped on the guard four times fo' he passed out
Eyes on that blow and my pockets was assed out
Had
a dream
My Cadillac mean but my 88 a beast
If being fly against the law bitch call the po-lice
If y'all don't like me then (you must hate money, money)
a dream
My Cadillac mean but my 88 a beast
If being fly against the law bitch call the po-lice
If y'all don't like me then (you must hate money, money)
Smoking all day, just go back with your gang
Blow my money out my zone, I'm bout it
I'm finna go run, but she my sidekick and we shut a crime like ay
Turn
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
I take strides, there's more to life than Instagram
You go out you drink all night you spend your wad you blow your cash
Pictures, post; they don't
took a step and jumped to the heavens
But my ups are humanly
Angelie to the center
But surrounded by society
And all the while and everyone
Is watching
and police
I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end
All I want to do is smoke weed with my friends
Make ends
Anyday can be your last one
that's why
Especially foe tha police, man. I'm ah nigga wit' thug shit
'Cause I'm runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's how we play
Want to feel ah my
Phone up flamin' like hemorroids
Talk on CD's boy
Police will have you noid
Just avoid and ill too legal
And my peoples
I'm the boss and that's
Hood with the night sign, dark colors on
Pull up the block my brother's on
I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
Guns on our hip,
it?
(Fuck Yeah)
Dirty Jers' New Jerusaluem
(Shaolin)
Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
(Wu-Tang my niggaz)
Grab your hat bitch
(C'mon!)
[Bridge:
smokin' blow in the zone
Kicking up more shit than a broken bone
Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' money
Getting down and dirty, try
I'ma blow off the rip (Bah)
I think that voice come from narcotics
(Slime)
Mixin' the X with the Adderall (Uh)
Cover my name with a basketball (Uh, uh)
Got my niggas in the ride
We ain't seeing no police
That's what I call a small victory
Pull up party looking tight
No one trying to fight my
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