Lyrics:
a chimichurri with fries at the store
And that's love
And love is everywhere
Love is in our music and art
Love is 181st, the home base for la raza
Love is in
evident
I got excellent penmanship
My pen'll shift wigs
Like beauty shops and George Washington
Score Washington's for small Transactions
But the Franklins
In the Hirshhorn Sculpture Garden, art speaks for itself,
And the Air and Space Museum takes us to explore the infinite.
Under the starry sky,
[Havoc:] Yeah! Watup, son?
[Styles:] Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk shit over this one
[Havoc:] Told you I got you my
niggas treat every project chick like Kerry Washington
Jail, backstabbin' to Hell, I took a consequence
A yard big enough at the crib to bury hostages
it must be nice
To have Washington on your side
Somebody has to stand up for the South
Somebody has to stand up to his mouth
If there's a fire
any way that you want
I'll be there waiting for you to turn me into something you'll eventually
Fall out of love with
Make me your art project
I'll be
features the faces of four United States presidents: George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt, and Abraham Lincoln. These faces are carved
The room where it happened
No one really knows how the game is played
The art of the trade
How the sausage gets made
We just assume that it happens
But
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art
Remainin blown nigga, throwin darts
Isn't it?
Well...
Art isn't easy
Even when you've amassed it
Fighting for prizes
No one can be an oracle
Art isn't easy
Suddenly
The pictures of (tobe)
Mantics are we
Let project your...
Pen as a wand
The pictures of...
Movie is art
Creation of...
Man is a God
The pictures of...
Mantics
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
Yo if it
Thot thick
Took her out the
Ghetto to the tropics
Mosh pit
Everybody brave
Until the glock spits
Hop skip
Jump to the money
Out the projects
Me
Drew her and erased her
Paint the art like a illustration
Art of the hustle and came with penitence
Southern hospitality
kindness don't take it for
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art
Remainin blown nigga, throwin darts
And pray for martial law
On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In the black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
Bloody
yaknowhatI'msayin?
[N] Yea yea
[A] Cause we spendin these Jackson's
The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
[N] I'm sayin, that's what this is all about
yaknowhatI'msayin?
[N] Yea yea
[A] Cause we spendin these Jackson's
The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
[N] I'm sayin, that's what this is all about
know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause we spendin' these Jacksons
The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
I'm sayin' that's what this is all about,
know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause we spendin' these Jacksons
The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
I'm sayin' that's what this is all about,
Butterflies
Run the line
Looking back
Eyes looking for them
Butterflies run the line
Butterflies
Run the line
Looking back
Eyes looking for them
I been cruisin thru the mud at a slow pace
Run ins wit the fuzz nigga that's a closed case
Runnin for my life wen 50 Chased
Runnin after bread i wass
yeah
6 foreign back to back swerving Down Colin's
Got my family wit me from da poke N bean projects
Sticks on sticks
For these lil trippy niggas
Reach
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