Lyrics:
the project walls
That's why the God say
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He's frowning
drama, wanna see mama out dem projects
Chosen child juss bein honest, don't want you to be dishonest
Fuck your exes, I'm the largest, Why we ain forever
doing justice to all
The people that feel like I do cause for
Every person who doesn't understand it is
There is a person who feels like me
Who feels like
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music
Yo,
and university, as men we could now go
We’re finally endowed the right to run for state office
Or secure a new white-collar job down at the corner office
So white
prepare your pen and notebook
There are protesters here whose bodies are cold, which means they are killed
They have lost their lives to achieve justice
a orphanage, with all the kids
But I stayed up in the offices 'cause they couldn't get me, off a kid
It's sad when a good mother put hard work
Like wash
I didn't have an office or co-workers or cafeteria. I tried to keep in touch and would call my former colleagues for drinks. I'd buy rounds like old
morally questionable child
So, it was between the years of 5th and 6th grade
I was super into origami and those arts and crafts projects
That had like,
Even though I never smoke that shit like...yeah
I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects
So don't flex or get served with a pop neck
your room
Must you always be so loud
Will you please shut up
Why'd you have to give him a concert hall as a room
Please shut that child up or I'll scream
out
Now I’m box office
Used to sit in the box office
Hand tickets out
Now I think my shit selling out
N I’m headlining no drizzy drake
Nobody
started noticing my flow and was open when
The Golden Child closed 'em in with more style than them older men
Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had
is mine
I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well
(Very very) the sreets
is mine
I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well
(Very very) the sreets
millimeter 500 shot magazine full clip gat at your back
Hoverin the projects, spotlight shinin bright
On movin targets
Infrared light at night on dark objects
is mine
I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well
(Very very) the sreets
or classroom.
The teachers and students at Uvalde. Texas at the elementary school had tremendous courage unlike the Texas police and sheriffs office who failed
prefix disappeared into the blue
Including one that was in between 2 the post office
And Verizon didn't even need to move
Sposed to be melting shoes
But
Now I'm living in cell block six, go ahead
Step in my office
Excuse the smell of my armpit's, nutsack
And I can't flush down my shit's
Till the shit's
ride together for a real cause, that’s a revolution
We ask for justice, they give us excuses
Who really problematic when we came for solutions?
Universal
lawyers tryin' to fuck you, the judge tryin' to do you
The district attourney don't give a fuck about y'all
Cause he gotta run run for office again in
co founder of Palantir a data mining tool used by intelligence agencies
They hired Emi Palmor Israeli ministry of justice director
Creator of a cyber
office
All you got in your heads is a child
Sit yo ass on the chair you defiled
I tried to hold out hope, but I'm tired
So fuck it, I guess the pleasures
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