Lyrics:
Nuna, I'll be smoking it with Joyce
When I hit my homie white boy, he say here you got a choice
Smoking in the expedition, me and Buddha on the low
Out in
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V 1 - (Dry/Music at this verse - commence music at V2)
Knox
What’s it say,
What’s it say?
Here Mr. President
I’ll tell you without delay…
V2
right by my armpit
I give a fuck where you from I represent my country
Harry the hardest
Fuck it let's take it to trial Imma beat it
Free my boy Louie my
on dancing, just keep on dancing right now
Uh uh yeah yeah
When we pray for freedom
Can you feel it in the air
Change is coming time is near
Feed the hungry
a firm grip to own the slave ship
The guns a basic tool of control they keep by they waste kid
Wait for the right moment to grab and take it
With a weapon
It’s not wise to come after I,
End up JK, wave your career goodbye,
Watch the man that stand by your side,
Cause some of them are just parasites,
If
dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put
your country
It's Frodo going solo on this bozo
You got no hope
Don't go toe-to hairy-toe with
This smoke-toting GOAT, though
I'll call you your farmers
crashin' down
The sex was immense, by a good old country mile
Make no mistake, you'll always be on speed dial, oh yeah
It was great while it lasted (oh
an obligation to our countrymen
To build a political party of the youth who are driven by the truth
It is only then that our country can
Open up the gates that
to you
These tired eyes may be blinded by them flashing lights
But at long as I've got you I know I'll be alright
No curses, sometimes it all flows like
Pull up on my block and you got served
Never get caught too clever
Don’t hop out just park by the curb I’ll getcha
Doors open up like a tesla
Ran up my
to get my ? to ?
I swore to tell the truth, though it may offend them itty-bitty weak-minded crabs
Who gon keep tryna stab
And Bubba with that side talk,
only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle
So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle
I still get thru it when the road is
You said its on sight, yea ok alright, bitch I keep a knife, I'm giving stripes if you try my life, ray Charles yo daddy, you be acting blind, when
perception is key
I wrote this listening to Janelle Monae
Or was it Stevie
I wonder
No, I think it was Tony, Tony, Tony, followed by Marvin Gate, Curtis
to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake
And the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next
the country today
I had a dream the other night, and I
Was sittin' in my living room
Dozed off to sleep
So I start to dreamin'
I dreamed I walked in
spree don't fuck with me
Don't want to test ya luck with me
Money old like Morgan freeman leaning like a crutch on me
You know I keep the bucks with me
the court say it's a bomb
They help you spend it but not get it oh yeah it's a bum
Before I eat steaks with snakes I'll stick to crumbs
These niggas always
a little bit
I keep a banjo my hip and I diddle it
Middle kid, I got some siblings
Rat eat the scrap on the floor and the nibblings
I keep a bat I keep
(yeah, yeah)
Aye
Damn, shit
Bloody fists with a knife will make you sick (sick)
Moody girl on my line, she want some dick
I'll hit it real quick (quick)
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
accident it was preferably
I'm just speaking on my pain, this what be stressing me
Depression had me by the collar, it was oppressing me
Trying to tell you I
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