Lyrics:
even afford it
I drive so many foreigns
Baby I should be deported
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what's happenin'?
You and your ass invited
people at my household that'll
Put a hole in y'all's common senses
My driveway like Carl Black
Some shit ain't drove in a couple weeks
Got a Mustang GT,
Uncut gems like adam Sandler
She top me up in the cabbana
She wanna fuck in different countries
I'm like baby say you love
I might put in on these pints
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
slap hardest
I need to rehabilitate & make some confessions
Why am I still in this godforsaken profession?
If you've got a little time I'll try to make
rather put their focus on some gang and beg for weed
They situation of the world is worsening day by day
We gotta do something
Otherwise it will decay
go ahead, yell
Put your hand in the air, bring the liberty bell
I give you the John Hancock if you don't tell
Let's have the Boston Tea party, what
I'd put it away in a second just to make a hit record
Dre's new nuclear weapon always at your service
Sign on the dotted line, hit the big red button
feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me seeing devil in the rain
If I put
locked in i'm asking where the days went
My girl asking me to take a vacation
Niggas played cool but they really hating
Live by the code and the rules I'll
A youth he'll never get back
For every motherfucker, drive a car with a mask
Like to swerve into your lane and cause a head-on crash
If you don't die from
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
the record on
And the aimless rise to dance
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
I see you, George, in your
Apartment on Riverside Drive
Some fifty
I calmly put away like
Mumsy ask me Wale what's your day like
Think I told her bout the rest
Whole country got post traumatic stress
Africa's giant
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
ass some money is when you done smashing
These hoes ain't ever been loyal word to my nigga Breezy
You may be in love but before she was with you she was
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God
But though
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God
But though
This is your thug turned punk
This is grown men crying
This is bombs in the street
Blowin' up when I drive buy 'em
Or its rpg's launched at me
times, to you and all his wives
As he sat there playing with our lives
You ignored it.. cuz you're too upset to realize
Just to put things in size Adam
livewires
Quick to do a drive by
Wherever you got Wi-Fi, lit, like a powerline
Get right in a line of fire
Cocaine on the table make her get
Down
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
Oh call me back, call me back
But the war it ran its course, they could find no use for me
And I live in the country now, grandchildren on my knee
now
Like Stevie Wonder ima speak out loud
‘Cause where you live is where you stand
And you shouldn't get chased by any man
Even if they got a stick in
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