Lyrics:
I don light up my smoke
I don blow
I need love
No be shayo
Me I don tire ooh ooh
She tell me
She go stand by me
And follow my lead
And follow my lead
a sweater,
Let me sweep the streets my bro says vermin has new teeth.
He says the police loathing me,
I out the mack on flat screen t's
No viral just bbq
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
Than a pandemic
More police brutality but no posts
On who filmed it aww shit, the grid is gone
Universal mind blown, c'mon!
What you gonna do when
the culture, nigga, by just existing
Delete my tweets 'cause I'm ashamed of being a fuckin' Simpson
I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain't listen?
I
shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (woo)
the day I have a baby by free
Not to say that anything is wrong with free
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar,
the day I have a baby by free
Not to say that anything is wrong with free
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar,
about to blow
But this ain't the Middle East
This the West Side, and people getting killed by the police
West Side, when we ride, come equip with game
laziness paa deɛ slow oh
Dey on the street nkakra nkakra wo behua na me blow oh
Trap boy masore anopa
Chasing my dream ɛno nɛ medwuma
Hustling nkoa lebi
Cool-ass Al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo
Fly police car, the ninety-two model, now check it out
Now Al used to rob, used to smoke,
you up piece by piece
No evidence, I clean your office
When I drop that shit
Call the police
I do what I do
When nobody sees
I got my brand new tricks
Blow that loud, blow that dank
Man, what the fuck you think? (huh)
Ok, cooling with my nigga J ( light that bitch up, bro bro)
Smoking weed all
the police)
Oh-me-oh-me-oh-my, we don't assume
Secretly you probably relate
Loud lung tyrant, now you be quiet
Husheth, thou dost protesth too mucheth
Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what)
By that time Fast tapped me with the nine
He said it's time to blow, ya know, so out the door we go
They'll never find the get because I threw the barreta too far
Police go drive my whip, so I'm going to get a new car, what the fuck
Right before we run it
don't need no help, I know you don't know me
I ball like I'm Kobe, let's spaz and go OT
Get chased by the police, no, I don't like them
Bitch kids, I
on our block hittin up da one way
I blow gun dat my choice
Pop yang yea dats my choice
Jumped off dat porch was my choice
I was posted on da block wit dem
get murdered on the corner?
Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot,
Them say they saw me there
My nigga they won't break me, man I'll go
[Verse 1]
I said listen, I'm a nigga on a mission
Do what I gotta to get my people in position
Help 'em envision a better living condition
Stop
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what)
By that time Fast tapped me with the nine
He said it's time to blow, ya know, so out the door we go
rehearse
The phony are below me to blow me
But I'd rather put this cake on my face
Like a party thrown by
Steven Aoki
.jpg/300px-Afroman_@_Gainesville_2011_(3).jpg "Afroman")
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