Lyrics:
Most of you know of a story of a white girl - had a best friend
Her family - she loved them, but she couldn't tell them
About this little brown boy -
remember what he said about Mike Brown
That's why he goin' through all this bullshit right now (karma)
People went to Travis Scott show and lost they life
that getting swindled and pimped shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other people in
Some people say what goes around comes around
Don't pick me up with love just to put me down
If this is true what they say, then why do they let
Some people say what goes around comes around
Don't pick me up with love just to put me down
If this is true what they say, then why do they let
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
a tracker mortgage is
And is hoping it's not too late
My Ireland sees goodness
In the kindness of its people everyday
Which bonds us just enough to get by
My
People told me slow my role I'm screaming out fuck that
I'm going do just what I want and it ain't no turning back
People told me slow my role I'm
Awesome chocolate people that make crack
Some black guy is always stealin
SHIT some black is stealing
And it never never never never is returned
No No,
Yeah
People always ask me why I don't wear designer
I say because the devil wears Prada
Trying to get me to sell my soul but came away with nada
I'm
nights
Some people with shady vibes
Shit, that time made me wise
Now with my way of life, aiming high is all I speak through
These shoes and experience,
get away
Dealin' with the people
I deal with everyday
Got to find a place I can hide away
So I can be away from the madness
Far from the noise
The no brand name give me the brown paper bag filler
Guitar
Chea chea a trigger and some honesty
Yeah, a trigger and some honesty
Uh, a trigger and some
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
(Gangster shit) yo what's good people
This your boy Chris Brown right now
And I'm chilling with my main man KJ
I got the red bitch, got swag like
on the hill
Cos there won't be no rich people hoarding all the goods
No more miners spending days in a dark hole
Getting brown lung trying to get some black
feet
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow But first, I gotta
the sharks swim
I been missing Grandpa, he died an alcoholic
I wish some days would pass by where I was just thoughtless
My people they still rely on me, ride
Now hear this crowd of people
I man well vex
And just have fe big up me chest
'Cause the Taxi Driver don't have no respect
Want I fe catch bus
and fawn
Followed by nights like Queen and Pawn
What is this trife life we living on
Tying up these prayers
And wishing peace for all my people
And no I'm
chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see
People waiting for their flight
Have no dignity or rights
Some are like "Come on we're white"
But my fist says we're all
Brown on the inside
Everybody put
LA without Mexicans?
It's black love brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryna see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they
you feel like that creates
Ah, Tension between East and West?
He's talkin' about killin' people
'I had sex with your wife' and not in those words
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