Lyrics:
enough for
10 plus me(yeah so whatcha need)i need a credit card
thats got no limit and a big black jet with a bedroom
in it gonna join the mile high club
strangers
Treat us like your brother and your sister, we can live in peace and love together
Even with our differences acknowledge what has happened in our
for feminism
I'm pro choice I'm not pro life as long as I make the decisions
And I think that black lives matter but I still think these niggas bitches
Testarossa
Glock out the holster 5 days out the week
My picture on your sister's poster
Black Amorosa it's a cold, cold world
It's a cold, cold world
Used
Dead opps, all I see is dead niggas
(Dead, fuck em)
Fuck these bitches, and I thought they were twin sisters
(Shit, shit)
I can't feel my face, I'm
to converse
Speak on the demons that live on your shoulder
These are the words we'll live by when we're older
We stood up for ourselves
And wished our demons
the key to set you free
And crippled by your insanity and all your nervous energy, you're fighting just to breathe
Your broken bones oh they may never
runner-up
And the key to my mind I gotta lock up
I know you see what I've been doing better watch us
By the way that I've been moving raise my stock up
flushing down your play
Lead by Joker, the Ace, by the Jack of All Trades
Oh, we've all got our own issues and they should be ours to control
Oh yeah, we'll
the deductions I guess I need to re-read the instructions
To this game of life, giving all I got to give
But I think the key is simply just to live
Is simply just
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
the memories live
To my brothers and sisters in the struggle, no matter where you are
Freedom is the goal, knowledge is the key
And faith is the way
life by the sword
And if you live by it, die by it, I'll still kill your horse
Set me up, coming back, like a thief in the night
I'll have a suicide
sons and daughters know how cattle feel
Even winners lose themselves on this battlefield
(Ooh ooh)
Legends born (born)
Lives are torn (ooh ooh)
When
came (Just came)
Niggas taking the wave
Just let em have fun with it tell em to run with it (Ha yeah yeah)
I got some coke at my sister's
I got a gun in
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm
Nasty, yeah, yeah (New York, New York)
Hey yo black it's time again, yeah, yeah (New York, New York)
Come here, yeah, yeah (New York, New York)
why I'ma always cop the yay quick
So I suggest all of y'all stay on J dick
Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be
Give me all my
why I'ma always cop the yay quick
So I suggest all of y'all stay on J dick
Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be
Give me all my
I got this man on the saxophone (yeah)
You know what I mean, he blowin' them keys
You know we keep keys, the right way
You dig? (yeah, yeah)
The way
move
By the time Paul McCartney's microphone had failed
We were all well into the Live Aid groove
And Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney sang...
Which must
excuse
His name's Akin
An orphan, ain't got many friends
Suit's Benaz, she stays low key in the ends
He's not the usual wannabe macho
Guy with the Benz
me to take you back to where it all began
Listening to street poets black performing with my dad
Yo introduced to MCing by my cousin Scribe
Way before
the discord swallowed by our sin. Where we sleep is where slip and we turn to stone the world we know the feelings cold. We need to give back all we do is sin.
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