Lyrics:
longer where I'm at
And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at
It's hard and the street's a jungle (I'm telling you, I'm telling you)
Check it out, hey
This is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And if you roll another blunt and keep your mouth shut
the cops,
cnd brag about being in a box,
'Cos they think that,
That makes them a boss,
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Black Twitter,
Is just black men,
Versus
is going to be Hillary Clinton!
You might not like it, but they gotta
Hear it i ain’t here to massage
You with a fake truth, telling you that
Hillary
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
that
Could pull it off not naming any names
Modeliste: How would you describe
Your personal style?
MGK: I like passing by mirrors or windows
Especially
ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise, expert at telling
said I'm black sambo
Bright Bape hoodie by the lamp post
Hands in the air but my hands closed
Is my instinct if you stand close how close?
Too
melanated man, woman, or child is safe from we must protect ourselves our woman and our children by any means necessary it's time to stand up
verse1: they
of everything I thought had to accompany my music it became my burden. It just got stolen from me. I said, What is this? How did this thing that I love so much so
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
is self destruction, leave that for the suckas
So called blacks, we are the gods, I ain't telling lies
We slept and made shit hard, but, now it's time
They ask me how I'm doing, where I'm going, I'm like namaste
On that Kendrick flow, Like I got it in my DNA, so I relate
By reciprocating, creating
on his head
Screamin' "Insha'Allah" that he don't make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how
I'd rather be shooting pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade
Instead of being in
I'd rather be shooting pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade
Instead of being in
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
Hold tight all the mandem inside the place
This is where it is happening yeah
Skepta, Devilman
This is the big clash right about now
This is how
Black Queen black pride
Tubman City is die look
Kill my people you been wrong
Freddie Grey Trayvon
Pull my list it goes way long
Fight the power the same
if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can
somebody
But they ain't hip-hop to me (check it out)
This is the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop
We keep it keep it movin', non non stop
(Black Eyed
(How?)
I can get you knocked down by
A nigga want a nickel (uh)
Hail Mary (woo)
Make it look like Halloween up in February
(woah)
Birds in the trap singin'
a Martin Luther king
Remember it is love and it started with a dream
Black black black black is Beautiful
Black black black black is Beautiful
Black black
your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
And just in case
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