Lyrics:
ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer
caught your sister with the guys from the group
Halfway home in the parking lot
By the look in her eye she was givin' what she got
I said my, my, my, I'm
caught your sister with the guys from the group
Halfway home in the parking lot
By the look in her eye she was givin' what she got
I said my, my, my, I'm
you, thank you
It-it's so hard being the best
It's so hard being humble
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
Did you get the money from
hip-hop,
I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
And Hi-Tek make the beat drop
RE Definition, turning
Bitch I tried to blow my mind once, but I couldn't try twice
Gambling with life and I'm running out of dice
Nice suicide note, even though they'd
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
haunted by my decisions
I'll admit balancing wants and needs comes with a price
And I'm paying it twice, first with the cards
Second with the interest,
and Tom Joyner
They're doing good in their lives right now
Why would they wanna tear down another brother (tear down)
Women show black men some love
work
I've dealt with too much hurt
I've worked way too hard for this
But we live in dark places, dark places
I've come way too far for this
I've put in
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
a couple hundreds layin' on the counter
I don't know where that came from
I got artwork from hard work, yardworkers for yard work
Don't look under
(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
Get lit tonight
Future looks bright
We smoke get high
Dont care the price
Live once not twice
Live once not twice
Okay
Straight from them rags to riches
there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Codename Sensei, I live what my pen
So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times
As we send it out once, for my niggas smokin blunts
Twice, for my niggas rollin dice
is hard to hold our
Attention we shift our interest
From one spectacle
To the next but those who fearlessly
Express their difference compel our
or is it just me?
Easier Said than done, or maybe just insecurity in play
Couldn't even live through the day
Not being praised By their social media
They say, "Stay safe" but they still hit us
Fill the rivers
It's like the ghost of Emmett Till with us
We got black cards
Now they gotta deal with us
a fuck about how ya feel better Guard cha grill get it how you live
Shit real at all times I hustle hard multi grind right now
It's my time open ya eyes
that
Turn up, Turn up, Turn up
Boy I got this shit the hard way
I had to get it
Head on a pivot
Where Im from you gotta live it
Goin Hard in
spaceship; black coupe
Foot pan e gas full speed never see nuh red light
HEY
Live inna di moment can mi only get one try
Yow
Money stack and stack until it
yeah
Real shit, all my thug niggas
Big Pre, Big Chaz, motherfuckin black hands
Check it
[Verse 1]
For the first time in my life, I feel the love from my
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