Lyrics:
in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame
Guys are on my case
It's like I wasn't dialing banks for some pay
While you was busy flicking
manufactured home
In the orange groves
The sandy front yard
The way it smelled like rot and swiss cheese inside
Somebody told you it was a chemical they used in
And when you do fall to sleep, you don't even dream
And if you do, it's a nightmare
Mixed with reality
I know that you're tired
But the cure isn't sleep
In
You tend to carry
Whatever cemetery they put me
In when I'm buried
Just know I came out on top, missionary
Drop jewels like my chain broke
And I spit
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
the line will kill you too (oops)
Pseudo-Christians, y'all indifferent
Kids in prisons ain't a sin? Shit
If even one scrap a what Jesus taught connected,
vice, lord
Baby momma's come with the drama, made her my wife lord
Lord know I'm goin' hope you see I'm trying to do right, lord
Shake 'em up and blowin'
My friends turn haters they putting curse on the fame
Spit in my dre shit and I spit I’m ah little wayne
And all I’m trying to do is just feed on my
know
So I fuck like a penis
'Cause we're in a system of a genius
They wanna make more money
So they don't care 'bout anyone's mummy
Get what you
When the limits are set
By these bigots in velvet red
Paranoid pyramid heads
Darkness is my home now
Will you please accept
My deepest apologies
Like
liter-
Ature on the subject you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty
We'll wipe her ass out as in
to some niggas that'll drop some change in yo purse
Hoe what I look like I ain't no trick bitch you gone chose big pimpin first
On God's green earth I
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
Ima die for
If you sign in you free you can cap on
Like bitches gon' change of their looks on an iPhone
Legend records I keep with my gees
Is this the new national anthem (how many times has that ever happened to you, what the fuck do you know about being a black man in America?)
Is this
?)
(What the fuck do you know about being a black man in America?)
Is this the new national anthem (And you wonder why we walk around with strapped)
Fuck
to the guys I had to hide
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too
Anyway, I don't wanna talk
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
even if I explain ityou know it's
Just like creativity central it's an
Example of like what DONDA can do
- that's my creative company
- it's an example
I'mma do you right, my dear
Late loving got us in a trance
Said you know it's a hot romance
Picked a couple roses for you, mama
Bad girl vibe, energy like
(EVERYONE)
IN THE FUTURE NO BLACK KIDS WILL BE IN PRISON
(MARKO STAT$)
What do you imagine? We can make it happen! You have no soul if you truly believe
I'm in cuffs
What the fuck I do
We've come to fuck you up
Hands are in my pockets
Now they grab my nuts
What base is this
You stupid faceless fuck
You
good for me yeah
And I was like what? Why you chatting my name (oh)
Say it again, nothing to hide got nothing to gain
People wan front just because
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