Lyrics:
tryin' times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by TV
Three generations of fatherless women
We drownin' instead of swimmin'
This ain't what
This is Logic
I've spoken these words before but not on the radio
To be born free is to be born in debt
To live in freedom without fighting
And I'm tryna fuck these tits on this bimbo fore I end it
See I'm off balance, and I just bought a half a gallon
Of Jim Beam cause it seems to cultivate
the riddler I like to leave em guessing
These comics carry Jim's essence
Funny guys like the pet detective
Something happening, the air blackening, plague
Jim Jones ? Scarz
[Jim Jones]
I?m speeding through my days
off to see tomorrow but you
get one chance at life (one chance)
so if I do die
Why does my grandpa remember Jim Crow
And they say
That these days
We're in a much better place
But I see
Reality
So please heed my plea
And they say
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
and the Santa Fe.
See the old smoke rising round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.
Folks around these parts set the time of day
How'd I end up here?
With these can's by the trees in the dark
I thank Jim for the beer
And head for the centre of the park
People seem concerned,
of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my baby momma "won't you
that day will be your last these hollow tips have him traveling time cause once they hit him he going to the past like a tsunami we wet up yo block you
Rouge no longer still stinks
We've been pushed to the brink
Locked in our precincts
But you count on these things
To distract us from reasoning
Motown
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps
Glock laid on the table
Day by day closer to fatal
This open Bible ain't savin' me
When it's covered all in this Hennessey
But I pick myself back up
I’m not an Amerikkkan
I’m 1 of the 22 million black people
Who are the victims of Amerikkkanism
It’s alot of disheartening fuckery going on in these
the whip wet
Ballin like Jim Jones they think its Dipset
All these Blue hunnits wit me like a crip set
Investin' manifestin' what I ain't get yet
The lesson
trillionaire
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
tigers and alligators be quick to shoot
Feeding these rats to the snakes before I cut off their heads
Got these vultures all in my scope they hungry
Uggh
On the real I want to see all my Jim's win for life
Fuck smiling part time I wanna see yall grin for life
They say that your biggest treasure
mounted
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded
By numbers of addictions
I will never listen to another motherfucker
Dumb and dumber,Jim Carrey
But
Planned it all out day by day
Snapshots of moments had changed my ways
Time blinded by our adolescence
We're restless instrumentalists
Cruisin' all alone
No
of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since
The days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV
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