Lyrics:
on losing my grip
But things ain't legit, my moms passed that it
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and gold
sneakin' weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by
And drive-bys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry,
Say their names
Breonna Taylor
Sandra bland
George Floyd
Freddie gray
Korryn Gaines
All slain
My soul cries for our black lives
Still we rise
that the roof allows
My car is so dang sick, I'd say it's got Mad Cow
Never look back, cop the hatchback
With the 'Rona gotta be in a hazmat
2010, like
Wungali walaaybaa nhama maran This is the story about the Kamilaroi
About bringing our ancestors back home Lay them to rest
Lay them among
placement?
You gotta take it
Fuck all that fake shit
If its broken then Remake It!
Socked in the face by someone who said they love me
Who thought had my
attentions
They feel offended by these words that I speak
Check it, let me rewind it back
Got me gazing, the stars is amazing
Life like a movie, no Tarantino
Getting hard to digest
Protesting but our rights get hijacked
But all we need is a little justice
George Floyd, Aubrey
Taylor was shot see
A modern day
now man, no, dare asking me
What is wrong? What the fuck is going on?
Shoutouts all over the world, we get heard, from Wolfsburg to Philadelphia
Look,
They giving us cancer
Higher blood pressure
And mental illness all thru are food.
Many innocents die in prison Cuz an accuse.
George stinney was 14
up
I just bought a bag of runtz, now ima fuckin pro up
And all the money in the world is what I'm chasin' after,
We was runnin' from them jakes I had
you hoes in the back rows tossin' it up
I got the touch
Cause my flow is bananas
Bitches can't stand us
We ghetto fabulous
Aim when I bust
a city, hit a town, hit a state (Yeah)
Every ghetto every hood we there
Heavy metal in a Roc-A-Wear
I been there every ghetto all around the world
I'm telling the story as it is
Never easy to find someone who care grap a day off to Melissa's ward up in the ghettos regardless of the stress that
a xeroxing world and everyone should open wide and close their jaws
I bit biting from biting the biting biters, now pause.
It's the incredible melting
The light
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, why can't you do it?
The light is worth the wait, I promise
Wait, screamin', "Please don't
Way before George was even plastered on a quarter
I'm a borderline genius
Defined while I'm loving it
Fuck McDonald's bitch
Wendy's is sucking it
Haha
the summer time, i
Call my friend George to
See if everything’s alright
We fight and fight
For better things is this shitty life
But you work out between
that's on my momma
And my little girl the world is pre-timers
Waitin' for a player like me to get behind her
High Powered
High
High
High
High
fake ass Wanksta girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my world
Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes
Sittin'
to die
Or live like ghetto zombies
In the house of the Lord
I make relationships with Allah and pray hard
Even though I'm at odds
With what I know
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
Muhammad will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old
I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,
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