Lyrics:
Ku-Ku clappers from a Soo Woo chapter
Too many hate it when I do it, should I nuke you bastards
Or, should I go and get a motor count, Dooku slasher
Do
tell you we paid more
You love a good hand whenever the card dealt
But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna
to kill this
The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions but you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us
a reason why
To debate the hate
That's why we're born to die
Mandela, cell dweller, Thatcher
You can tell her clear the way for the prophets of rage
match my drive with all your car keys
I'm raw please, they switching now
Remember when you laughed at us?
"What a bunch of bad rappers"
"Four For a nice
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
Only difference now
We smoking Raw’s
Had to put down the woods
If they talking the flyest in the room
Well then it’s prolly us
Since a lil nigga
I
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
the losers
Mad buddha abuser but they don't know about
Your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray
So you can
And I blocked out the hate that was aimed at us
Community love, providing jobs
Why would you try to come for me, why you ain't proud of Nas?
than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one
MC
Yeah, us man are blazing powers
Them man are blazing Benson
My bredrin said it's his birthday
Took him onstage with Drake and Section
Hate my
the major of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go
block
On my block I write and jot
Seen a lot, it's really hard to find my thoughts
Times is raw it's either live poor or die by cops
Writer's block
On my
like a kappa do
One step, two feet
Finesse a new round
I meditate till I'm Ali in the jungle
Peace in action
Slide on you with traction
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
you some bread
Okay
Fucked up sick in the brain that's I
I might just give him some brain I'm like
If close my eyes it's the same plus why
Would I turn
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
Brian, who are Lord over
us all. Praise unto you, Brian and to the
Lord our Father. Amen.
Mandy: Do you do a lot of this, then?
Wise
what we do best
Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day
The baseball is what we do best
Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French
I stand
And I think it was December when they swarmed me
Nigga's is jealous
Fuck can they tell us
With them dreams they try sell us
Probably why I'm
do it, they be like, you did it
My teacher always used to tell me you gon' lose nigga
That's why I never went to school nigga
And why I'm rapping
to the stage and swallow
Why does it look so horrifying to me?
The band-aids haven't stopped the stinging
But they do help when I slip my shoes back on
I tilt my
dudes, you gon' lose, that's on any day
Too many flows, I'm a pro, all they do is hate
No money, no problems, well take that, that's what Diddy say
I do it
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