Lyrics:
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
At a bench on the lawn
Reading books like Wretched Of The
Earth by Frantz Fanon
So if you live a lie may
The truth set you free
Cause soon a day will come when
For me and my guys when we come through the trenches
Im wearing my socks when i fuck pretty bitches
I rock double watches cause time is a menace
Im
Nigga where I come from, it could never be no drought
Nigga flood the hood out, got to keep the sack in
Said the feds by the house, nigga gone like
Who say make them
Kill my people
Who ordered the shooting
Men I wan know
For this Lagos they come kill us
Them carry army come
Lekki inside
what about to tell
I live in a frame as the age goes by / As soon as a quake in the surface o’ mine
As coming the night, please awake…
And he’ll come
Ooh, Lord
All right now
Baby, easy now
Now, come on, little lady
All right
Dum-dum-dum-dum
Sock it, sock it
Ah, oh, oh!
I know
call me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the blackest
I'm Isaac Hayes with a switchblade
I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, come fuck with me
I'm just tryna tell
You can tell anybody that I'm a freak
I'll take a shit in your kitchen sink
If that's a problem - you can bite me
Will that turn me on? It's very
that here it comes
That smoke for your lungs
That sound before your hung
I'm just brutal
You're quite Futile
Diss you four times
That's quadruple
You
to throw in Gomes to get it done
It's on and I've begun the scissor cutting stuff
Come on come one by one by two by two by three
Welcome to Boston
Here's our
around
Locked up they ain't hold me down
Hit a lick now they know me now
First class flights flying outta town
I come from ah small town
Where we Rock it
dreams, karma, it's reality
Calm, I stand out like a balcony
In a material world full of fallacies (come on)
The truest place I found in me
That's
pie" just ain't attainable
So, how can I sustain a full life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self
Now come on, who gives
sweats and my shirt by Palace
Bitch I'm a star like Dallas
All black fit and I creep like T'Challa
When it comes to gas I'm a specialist
Planet Boot my
spending I ain't fuckn up my cash
Ion wanna hit the club Im forever Pushing P Pistol Packing do no lacking keep that bx in arms reach
Ts in me it ain't
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
As almost she's got the heaven
Baby, you're a perfect
with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it
Let me get some gin pour up
Got some bomb weed roll up
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game
They got it from us
I'm with my gang
Morning
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jordan Peterson, Johnathan Johnson
I know you’re probably gonna hate me in the morning
Even though I
her know that it's real
Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson
It's 2010, how the fuck we get six Thompsons?
Top 10, how the fuck you gon' forget
TGB production fi di man dem wey love them gal them gal them gal them gal
Gal yuh a me baby baby gal yuh a me baby baby like yuh just come outta yuh
a small town
Everybody's comin' from miles around
When the sun comes up we'll be gettin' down
It's a big time in a small town
Walkin' down
OooYa Wit by Terry (Isaiah) Johnson feat. Starling Newsome
Written by Terry Johnson, Theresa Trigg, Starling Newsome - BMI
INTRO: We call
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