Lyrics:
can't give
If you ain't got love
You can't receive
Do you hear me se
I hope you hear me se
Merchants dealers and slaves
Merchants dealers and slaves
can't give
If you ain't got love
You can't receive
Do you hear me se
I hope you hear me se
Merchants dealers and slaves
Merchants dealers and slaves
He thought I was a trader
Oh, that was how I met
That slave dealer's daughter
Her eyes were black her hair was raven
Her skin was soft
more, more and more
Wheeler dealer
Freaker
It's the price you gotta pay
Slave's dealer
Bleaker
Insane
Money talks, bullshit walks, that's how life goes
the way to my grave, I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts
Some come to run while the other cause static
Suddenly I see one hundred of me getting ready for the attack
All around me I see futility in a different mask
Swapping selves like my own slave
Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit?
My brick
flavor with the gift that only God gave
Hold it to my grave
I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers
Some come as addicts
Some come
the way to my grave, I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts
Some come to run while the other cause static
I'd rather doe than being a slave
Slave occur as dope dealers, some come as addicts
They come to run while some aim for static
Refrain
Static is
the way to my grave, I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts
Some come to run while the other cause static
flavor, with the gift that only God gave
All the way to my grave
I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers, some come as addicts
Some
Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit?
My brick
no it don't come in the deal you get
Slave to the deal
Slave to the dealer
Slave to the dealership
They told me it's a trophy
Cop a chain it's like
the gift
That only God gave hold it to my grave
I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers
Some come as addicts some come to run while
flavor with the gift that only God gave
Hold it to my grave
I'd rather die than be a slave
Slaves come as dope dealers
Some come as addicts
Some come
horrendous
Witness everyone's dark sides
In the shadows lurk slave traders
Cocaine dealers in plain sight
Ahhhhhh
Witness to de-evolution
Tourism feeds the pig
like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit?
My brick talk is more than obvious
It's ominous
Garages, the phantom,
every day
It's how I got to live
Gettin' together all I can
To pay these fuckin' bills
I'm a slave to these bills
The dealer doesn't care 'bout
The cards
an assassin a killer,
c product of corporations, banks and slave dealers,
So welcome to the 3rd world where we fight for water and light,
cnd its dangerous
And grant absurd last prayers and first favors from the grave
To crack the pipes like icy nights and turn mayors into slaves
Politics bring fevers
the slave traders
And black market dealers
For their sins.
I will slice their bellies
To open up treasures of the flesh
Bathe in their evisceration
And show
Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit
My brick talk
orange face
Knowing truth knowing Jay it's west culture
More soulful and less vulture
We wanna be ex lawyers and ex brokers
Less dealers and less smokers
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