Lyrics:
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Arrest the cops
Charge the cops, charge all the cops
Not just some of them
Charge them in every city across America where our people are being
bank account is getting withdrawn
It's pitiful how we becomin' slaves to things that we own
They en-slavin' the brains with the whips and the chains
to make the system look stupid, [yo]
They rather look you in the face and shoot it
And leave your spot looted [or what]
Or leave your whole life blank
and was the king of the ring, undisputed
Started making noise but they tried to mute it
They put him through it
For him to make the system look stupid, [yo]
taking no losses
When your dealing with my crew, A$AP Bone yeah we bosses
Anybody with a bone to pick
Im gonna level my charge I'm damn sure to make it
the system look stupid, (yo)
They rather look you in the face and shoot it
And leave your spot looted [or what]
Or leave your whole life blank futured
R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie
Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie
Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
sound system and let the bass loose
The earthquake bass makes the walls all tremble
A discotheque is what my room resembles
How loud it gets to me it does
sound system and let the bass loose
The earthquake bass makes the walls all tremble
A discotheque is what my room resembles
How loud it gets to me it
"John, you've been charged with four counts of murder
Several accounts of assault, drug charges, and several other things
Before the jury's decision
take your shit
Trump your charges
Whole time you sick
Jus got to sit and listen
How the fuck they keep winning
Lying and sinning and definitely
eat (Thugs)
The same liars tamper with the same accounts
The same clerks at the service
Of the same pundit's
The same deprived kids are incarcerated
mad cause my bank account bigger
I caught a charge now I’m in the system
I took a bar now it’s in my system
I’m in that Dodge when I’m with your sister
account build up (billups) drugs in my system for all of my niggas that stuck in the system. Go Put a bag behind yourself and they start to look at you
to a steady income, that's nonsense
That's why I stay getting busted for bullshit charges
More than one time, one time, came around
This fuck went down
När ja
but the system ain't working
Reality is swiping cards go and get you a Birkin
Reality is catch a charge cuz your pockets was hurting
Reality is that
the machines to check out items that didn't exist
And to charge the fake shopping to her boss's account before he knew what he'd missed
A little algorithm
my bank account let's me do, what I choose
Rocking off white on my shoes
Only care about the biz so don't hit my line
Should charge a little extra case
""gotta be the best"" I said to my self
When I look into the mirror I promise myself
To be living in the moment I ow it to my health
I'm in charge of heaven
than perfect so won't charge my normal rate
Norman Bates, not a psycho but my mother is
Formulate another system just to quantify those numberless
me
Charge her ain't no freebies
Niggas fake and steal my swag hating just to easy
I'm shining like a light bulb
Stevie wonder even seen me
Sticks
but the system ain't working
Reality is swiping cards go and get you a Birkin
Reality is catch a charge cuz your pockets was hurting
Reality is that
archeologist,
c system of thought taught by the most ancient philosophers,
cbsorbing harmonic waves from the sacred sarcophagus/
Surfing vibrations in a way thats
They actin' like they been knew ya
Seventeen years old off in Shooters
New cut friend, only love me for my mula
No cover charge, Keem on the mic gookin
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