Lyrics:
Ima get a bag
Two hunnid on the dash
I don't wanna drag I just wanna ride
Shawty broke my heart she tryna do it twice
I can't believe I cuffed
Was
on the block like that boy, Steve Nash
One bag for a gram know that boy get finessed
Imma shoot up your car in an all black vest
Bitches be bugging you know what
at the strong ass people
I keep by my side
If I cannot go left
Then I'ma go right, right, right
(Right, right, right)
When she sip she want it all
I pray to God
real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold
My mothers a strong woman my fathers a righteous man
Took me 28 years and now I understand
I could've been born anywhere on the land
Two thousand
And if I die
Before I wake
I pray the lord forgives me for all my mistakes
All my mistakes
And if I die
The heart has only two concerns
The first is
a milly
Ed-educated by a hillbilly
That was deep in the game before the beats turned drilly
Them piercings got me turnin' up the heat
And no bras got
lasso
Jakes patrol the city blocks posted on the avenues
Bloomberg gave the go ahead caging us like animals
Walls painted pistol
Let off a black haze
Sean
the pain?
Never solvin' things will always stay the same
Verse 2:
Dear mister president I represent the ghetto
Tell ya wife hello, I'll be brief wid this
the majority
I'm two steps ahead while they plotted it
Plans of a posthumous O'hene Savant by their operatives
Highly evolved software that manages
To perform
nigga, why you fuckin' trippin'
Always rep the gang everywhere a nigga pull up
Two J's, now you know I'm finna act right
Two space, nah, nigga, can't come
my cup too strong
This some shit she cant drink,
If she can't pay that fee,
Promise that we wont link
Smoking on a black thinking bout Pops yeah these
ra-ta-ta-tah!
Offshore, Raptor, X6, Compton
2Pac, trois packs d'Heineken, Hilton
Gros pétard d'amné', y'a ta femme qui me klaxonne
Plan d'Aou,
possessed by evil djinn
Police state under pad locks and metal glocks
Where the fiends dream of rocks the size of ghetto blocks
And thugs got a tendency
to be (me)
If you call me (ba-) baby (-by)
I'll be ya (la-) lady (-dy)
Ain't no love for (these streets)
Love is what I'm looking for and love is what
Struggle balanced by big dreams
Even the minds of psychedelic hustlers
Explode with grand schemes
My homey Illion says
On the top of some buildings
You can
to conform quietly
A few billion souls trapped inside of rothschild's monopoly
Using black magic rebranded as politics and economy
Cameras two four seven,
crazy (gang)
Where next? Dubai or Haiti?
I'm just livin', I don't wanna settle (I don't)
Fuck all these hoes, they movin' so ghetto
I'm shootin' my
strong gelato
Art Basel Hong Kong blow some dollars
Still going dumb and popping collars
Grind Everyday like it’s no tomorrow
Studio late night poppin
They ask her, I do what I do what I do Just say two rare lime mute like me Built my, your name is true In fact, gotta get mine Don't wait And if you
Willie sits in his stable door
And he's combing his coal-black steed
And he's doubting on fair Margaret's love
And his heart began to bleed
Give
minds and ears
Focus on the lyrics here
Who can take a look at themselves
And be at peace with the one that's in the mirror
Life ain't black and white
people so gorgeous
You stepping up? well be cautious
I let go my limits
I start up the engine
You know that i'm winning regardless
The black and the blues
When ya roots are damaged
Black thoughts on a quest for love
Take the annex
My God is a big God
No wishes granted
He a pick a low card
To show yall that
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