Lyrics:
Calling on me like a young OG
I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street elegant old fashioned man
Yeah baby I'm a classic man
I burn through
Pissed 'cause he got run down
My young G in the back seat
He’s tryna get home on time
Tag on his ankle, curfew
Better flip these packs by 5
And they call
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown
He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line
He looked at the young man who was riding beside him
He said
swung at nobody, never let a gun spark
Big nine-seven Benz with the old body
Pulls up to the corner, out jumps his whole party
Whatever you do, young
ride out if you not move out the way or get rolled over, man, micfiendz. H to the A to the M. Let's go man, young black and powerful. Epitomized this,
ride out if you not move out the way or get rolled over, man, micfiendz. H to the A to the M. Let's go man, young black and powerful. Epitomized this,
The paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder"
Paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder" again
This is to the memory of Danroy Henry
Too much enemy fire
hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack
and just before they went under
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice as loud as thunder
And that's been fifty years ago
And you can go by
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
me now millions of miles across the sea
It’s your time now let your light shine for the world to see
Pray for a young black man (yeah)
Pray for a young
of the players presidents
But that's based on past events
Let's open up our best contents
One Uncas Boulevard two thousand O three
How lucky could a young man
to stand
To make a better way for a young black man
In a land (a land) where the people smile
Been holding me back for such a long while (while, while,
survivor
He never wrote the name of his drivers
And wondered that the man can deprive ya
It's there in black ink
With millions in dirty green had
Grew into a young man
And into a big old burly bear looking man, yeah
Mm
So anyway, I was at the breakfast table
Eating my bowl of cereal
My grandfather
a T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all
a Slurpee (Woo)
Hope her old man don't murk me
(Ayy, don't kill me, man)
I beat the pussy up on a Perky, yeah
(Beat it up)
Now I gotta split, KD, Curry (I'm
the light
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks
Baby go head, show the universe a champion
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered
a short trip
The music's for the sad man
Forever young
I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever and ever
Forever young I
street B is more than
Let's get down back to basic
Believe it or not we'll related
Still don't know why man dem hate it
When a young black nigga try
by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless
Back to it, waste no time
Black Uzi, Draco, 9
Back boomin' smokin' bomb
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
got me feeling too old for my age
African print and I'm proud of my brand
Black be the nation I'm taking a stand
North, South, East and the West
Police
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