Lyrics:
bang bang
Thug Lord niggas we do the damn thang
[Spice 1]
Nigga you listenin' to the B-O-S-S-I-L-I-N-I
Yukmouth and C-Bo you know they label us
against the vision through your
Ferragamo shades can protect you with the tint
But on the other side of the states
I'm black enough to Lynch a written
wit the clique
But would you bang with the clique if it was thick
or do you just ride dick?
Cause playa', I don't know you, nigga' tell me who you
hit, then you next, yah
30s in case you do flex, whoa
I just stepped off of the plane, whoa
I'm gettin' love from yo main, whoa
She know me by my real
Neb'in [never]
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for alibis
And the meat they ate from them drive-bys ain't mine
cause mine's a supe'
you did something wrong
Why do they shoot our children and bring them harm?
When they just need help from their inner city blues where they have been
reserves urge me to switch to them burgers
I'm wishing for my sake you'll be
Beneficent enough to be tipping your servers
Will you be sticking by me with
you?
I want to look inside your head, yes, I do
Your name it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a race horse for Christmas
world has passed you by
You keep on tryin', but you really don't know why
Baby, when you need a smile to help the shadows drift away
Come to me
Baby,
you's number 7-24 and
I've been pouring through the corpus
I'm absorbed and frankly floored by your contempt of court
Let's just back up here
How can you
the hood
But don't forget where you came from It's poor folks like us who made you what you was
Some of the folk deep won't sell out We still kick it
don't give a fuck who a nigga with
Nigga, duck the switch, quit the raw raw, we don't do that shit
Front row with a pretty bitch, I don't think she know
a free throw
Marshawn lynch, I'm beast mode
I can
Say, anything
I can do what I please
I can rap about
A girl who only fucks in groups of 3s
That I
that's givin' info
Niggas rats, you know what happened, we gotta lynch em
I ain't dissin' this just general
Voices in my head like step on any nigga that
brother
I swear had a conversation with Claire, the realest, yeah
It's funny how you don't know they're there until they're there
Hope that touring ain't
might take me a sip them
niggas ain't sliding when shit hit the fan when shit hit the
Fan you gone see who your man it is what it is he's not your real
forgive me
Cause if it's me vs you
Then you got to know how that's gone go
I bet on myself, now that's the only route I need to know
They put em in a pack
And music they listen to
Talkin about jewelry and shopping just like some bitches do
No, I don't have to mention who
We know who dey is
Almost every rapper
you?
I want to look inside your head, yes, I do
Your name it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a race horse for Christmas
named Ada Wong
And despite what she says it still seems a little wrong
Cuz she's acting kind of weird and very sketchy hella
What do you know she works
forget who you is
Whether you living up with God or in a cell by the yard
Always gon remember the times you repped the squad
To protect our name, homies,
you Think this how it goes
That's the shit that molds yo Envy I know, that's just how it goes
But I won't take it easy on ya
I'll keep it movin do my
healed, let him who stole
No longer steal
Oh it's real, surrender for Jehovah is real
How long will you sleep
Troubled by the thoughts that YOU keep
Buy my brothers freedom so hocus pocus
You don’t focus then you're close to death
Our worlds are too different
Things that I could do different
It’s
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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