Lyrics:
gedealt hat
Hat mein Deal geklappt, dann war Ek bei Sony
Die Worte, die ich schreib
New York State of Mind
Fünfzehn Jahre später vom Bordstein auf eins
2012 A.J (Anthony Joshua) wanted to rep Nigeria
He got rejected he didn't meet the criteria
So he left for a country with no malaria
An area that
It's like, just like this constant state of fuckin
It's like a Fugue State bro I don't get it
No bro I know, I know what you're saying
It's, it it's
It's like, just like this constant state of fuckin
It's like a Fugue State bro I don't get it
No bro I know, I know what you're saying
It's, it it's
don't write their lyrics
But some people have reached levels that are atmospheric
By relying on others to write their songs and shit for them
And they
running from the shells
Asking you for help
Please, we're bleeding out here
Trees, plant them by next year
Seize, production, Marxist welfare
Police? Well,
up
And smarter
Learning how to hustle
By free bandin' a credit
Card
The police is crazy
And ready to trip
On any nigga
Needing a lesson
Got us
my self to roll up weed
And I taught my self to run from All police
I'm smoking by the p remember Selling by the oz
And yeah I told her yeah I wanna
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
fiends
Who noticed that your wallet's burstin
Cheese when buyin groceries
And if you want this to get
Solved don't involve the Police!
They'll wanna know
dastardly deeds that YOU do, dummy
Despite your degradations, +Dialect+ distributed by disc
$12.95 for record and $10.95 for tape
E - E is for
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
with wealth so I act like that
Drug dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J
recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my
recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
On the court, you can't handle this
'Bout to takeover
Shake the golden state shit, what?
Uh (ooh-ooh)
Keep your forehead, one time
Likwit Crew (can y'all
of your life is goin' up, it ain't inflation
Incrimination, they got my picture at the station
Elimination, state to state we eatin' by this nation
Them
a cat stare, infrared scanning the block
You could be innocent but J attacks, ready or not
You ready to rock, I'm venomous, you ready to rot
Or we can put
yeah)
Son a yo ban nou c'est l'minimum (Minimum)
Fò By an mwen bonn kon Bam (Bam)
An ni tan koké le tcho mom (Slime)
Baby come up an pa common (Yeah)
Yung
no droughts
We givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS,
met you this week
Okay (K) than I, fast forward and then the day went by
No Jays (J) on feet, amazing sky, it was about 5:15
We were in line for
talk)
In my new spot leave your shoes by the rug
Niggas dissing these dudes want a buzz
Man I lost all of my screws as a pup
On 4 or 5 blues I was stuck
the monuments
Tri state conglomerate
Heir to my city
Always been a metropolitan
Mambo sauce my condiment
I put that on everything
Fed ex field politics
I be
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