Lyrics:
it ain't stoppin
Squad shit, pack em up, get stomped out by a mosh pit
You come around here flexin', but we ain't on that nonsense
I do it like magic
We be in Van Nuys, black man with some white guys
Keep your hand out, waiting for the appropriate time
To ask a question like
"Could you perform
it possible 'cause it's what I do
Teacher said, "What you gonna be when you're older?"
Drug dealer, what else can I do?
Businessman, out
China White, Mother of Pearl, Ivory Flake, what you need?
Well yeah, well let me check it out man
Just let me get a freeze (don't)
Go ahead man (do
a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all
Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I'm
to block out the rain
but you know I'm still walkin
All this self trust not in vain
Made it to far to not perceive how this pans out
Pyrite or the real deal?
took a turn turn around see the fire burn
As it spreads as I write and the pages turn
Bitch it's my turn shut the fuck up
Don't start speaking out
bitch
If you want white meat
Now I - never lost a battle in my life
God came close, and yo, I beat Jesus twice
I take it to your block, your party
And do
the E from knowing
What happens out there is not my concern
You wanna die, it's not my turn
(Just like music)
To do something to me, like jump in
labels with all white A&R's
The game's hijacked
The rap game's hijacked
Let me tell you how it happened
Now while every MC in the game
Was worryin'
Think that it's my turn today
Hope this world will turn to fray
Wait at heaven's gates, I'm popping off when I get turned away
Heater to St. Peter like
Motherfuckers I said put your hands up
Turn the fuck up right motherfuckin' now
Oh, it's time to party
Oh, it's time to party
Smokin', drinkin', no passin' out
im high like Peter Pan
Woah
Boy you broke a needa bag
Woah
Magic carpet like Aladdin
Making plays feelin like madden woah
I just wanna hit it from
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what
(yeah)
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, what
(yeah, what, yeah,
you still riding stop and go
Dissect the beat and then I turn into a particle
Pardon though, I'm hardened though
You should read the articles
I'm
The higher the scarier I can't deny it
Rekt in a hurry made sure there no jury
I heard the message just one flying birdy
I been trynna cut out my selfish
to eat, sleep, or roam this evening
As I look out the window I see America dying
It'd take a miracle just to keep our America fine
In good condition, my
go
I tried to wait it out, no more
Can't find the man I was waiting for
I wanted to be your girl in a white T-shirt
Over coffee, stirring in
a different Howie Roseman, an under dog!
Doug Pederson, when Doug Pederson was hired
He was rated as the worst coaching hire
By a lot of freakin' analysts out
news
Sky is falling, hell breaks loose
It absolutely makes no sense
To do nothing but hope for a turn of events
Black man, white man, yellow man
Black
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
Yo sex boi drop your fucking beat box oh
Bring that next level shit
Feel the beat
Feel the beat
Wad E in the muddy fucking house check it out
mastering it
Even the Japanesse are mastering it
All these things are breaking up
The mind of White Supremacy
Blackman, you don't have to bash white people
he's listening (One), so when me and bro reasoning (One)
I keep whispering like it's ASMR (shh, shh)
We hate ANPR (turn up, turn up, turn up)
Took
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