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Children play women produce
Kids killing kids just for the juice
Now Africa is looking for the truth
But it's
top that
They wanna censor me, they'd rather see me in a cell
Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin 'bout us, I could
top that
They wanna censor me, they'd rather see me in a cell
Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin 'bout us, I could
of niggas like me
These cops can't terrorize us
They despise us
Niggas, 'cause we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin' for a
Piece of the truth
while the getting is good
And he got himself a show outta Hollywood
Everybody in town would tune into see
The King of Western Swing, live on TV
Spade
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
in the booth
But everybody know that shit you talking to truth
Cascade Beach Road fifteenth hundred block bitch
I was there the night they let off
to his hip if niggas try to slide
Live by the gun, die by the same right?
‘Cause when you winnin’ in this race, somebody creepin’ up behind
In his whip,
posts or celebration
I’m just bringing you the facts and truth
But shoutout to the Beast Coast
For bringing back the booth!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
my mind is sober
But I'm so high, its sober
I Know my mind is sober
But I'm so high, its sober
And I want it ?
Everybody wanna live lavish, a million
Yeah
Barcodes on our skin tone
It’s all good ‘til it hits home
Our goal is to win, though
But it’s a far throw to the endzone
That’s why we’re afraid
got a homie in denial cus it's painful witness
How many tragedies it take for him to lock arms with us
I slick think we uncovered plans to live in
I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges
It's like they're all targets, pray for them
Pray for everybody
Live
Live, Li-li-li-li-
Live from the Garden
Run The Jewels live at the Garden
Lickin' off shots and we aim for the darkness
Make it get hot for
the truth
Man, I don't even know
You do not be on what you say on you on, nigga
You do not live where you say you live, nigga
You don't hold all them
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
me, and I'ma live to tell the story.
So look for truth, quit seeking forgiveness.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors.
You
Niggas, cause we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut
And the truth is
"I
we show from this life
And thats life
Solamani got killed by a demon not by a partisian greement
This is a king of a legion world that we live
know they fucked up before the body hit the ground
Every time we turn around
Got another Mike Brown
Police know they fucked up
Every time we turn
the ground
As well as several bullet holes in the victim's home
Then Saturday evening, a woman told police her car was hit
By bullets on Witsell Street
the hit's on
Chelsea King and Amber Dubois
You gotta be ready, everybody's going crazy up in this place
Gun shots being fired at an alarming rate in this
my mind is sober
But I'm so high, its sober
I Know my mind is sober
But I'm so high, its sober
And I want it ?
Everybody wanna live lavish, a million
niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private
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