Lyrics:
Think how many dreams could be made in a minute walk
Limited myself to cash and family when I get involved
And I swear to God if I get the chance too
Not
Where are you takin me?
I'm like a lifer
In the state penitentiary
If I keep my nose clean
I won't get my eyes shined
But I'm proud to be
Public
to give you this public service announcement
If you've been molested by a local, local neighborhood drag queen, you may be entitled to some financial
offended
G550, this is not a rental
New AP, limited edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I still can go and get
got a license yet
I'm 21 years old don't got a license yeah
I'm 21 yrs old don't gotta a license yeah
Got public transportation or a bike yeah
I'm 21
Ah fuck it
Told 'em kick the bucket
Ah fuck it
I just slam -public
Ah fuck it
Told 'em bitches kick the bucket
Ah fuck it
I just slam -public
Ah I
I trapped on the night shift
I seen my uncle addicted to white shit
I pulled up with a nice bitch
My license suspended so that's who I slide with
Power trip
Racketeering
Criminal
Wrong
Extortionist
Double dealing
Punishment
None
License to betray the public
No one's got the guts
Middle finger up, other hand thumbing
I was sleeping on the floor now I'm showing out in public (show out)
And I like it when they never see it coming
Benihanas
Many dramas
Vacays working hours
Public housing
Empty flats
Big estates nothing else
Many losses rest in peace
Not forgotten not with me
I
'Cause you know it's real
And you know I gots this
So baby, what's the deal?
Why you showin' off in public?
So tell me why you playin' games
I'm
""Power trip. Racketeering. Criminal. Wrong. Extortionist. Double dealing. Punishment. None. License to betray the public. No one's got the guts
Tuesday (never)
The license movements inna the coup heh (move)
Suck yuh madda betta unu move gweh
Gyal uh cute wah mi lef uh wid a yute
A joke mi a mek
fun
While it lasted
Here's a bunch of useless information
Don't you love a bit of misinformation
For a limited one time fee
You can curate your reality
Coming out from the middle of the map with a limited attack
And I fight it till the end before we get it to the idiots, illiterate attack
Diss that,
the limited edition
Heavy caliber rhyme, shootin down ya peace sign
The war's on for real, run grab ya shield
Yo Meth, take the steel and let these cats know
I said a one, two, three, four
I'm 21 and I don't have my license
Yeah, I'm still on my Ls
I'm 21 and I don't have a driver's permit
And the reason
Arise o compatriot to the mandem
They not ready for this madness
Don't fucking walk on my street if you can't show the mandem your license
It's
shots on it like a Curry jersey
Get him hit broad day, call it public service
I'ma give your ass a makeover, them bullets gon' take over
Ain't no game,
when I’m balling you get put on skates
I’m just tryna grind so I can buy the family real estate
Plus a brand new whip with tints and California license
in it before internet had new acts
Mimicking radio's nemesis made me wack
My innocence limited the experience lacked
Ten of us with no tentative
beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for
criminal O's
Sing along if you with me, til the end of the road
I'm cynical when in the view of the public
And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in
Automated readers
Daily life engagers
Domain awareness
Everyday service
Data from a license plate
Stored in a database
Sensors and sources
Process
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