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playing and our attitude is still "nigga, what is you saying"
Pull in front of the house that we been camping out for like two months
The sun is going
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
brance, the swinging gate
The distant thunder on the way
All of this can by explained
As but the trappings of the trouble
All the trouble in our hearts
fast
These days are ours
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Follow the lights that line the streets
Connecting telephones
Follow the lights from house to house
And they
in all its forms
This petition was written and signed by Benjamin Franklin
It cannot go ignored.
If this comes to a vote in Congress
What is
ridden out some bad ones just by holdin' on
To the one thing we knew would still be standing strong
Our love will be here long after the storm is gone
baptized, but still I don't know
Are we forgave for killin' ones who tried?
Or for murderin' ones who murdered our brothers?
And the shooters see God,
You still my baby, our love is still amazing
I met you at the damn mall
I ain't even have a damn car
I bought you a piece of pizza
With my new platinum
Face to face and eye to eye
Usin' our hands to buy and supply
Chillin' is cool from January to June
And we still sticked together like the glue
on back
Inside the livin' room, oh, ah ah
I been doin' right knowin' you
Do right by your child (Oh, God)
I say I trust you, so don't get BaBa
Self made
the trouble of lettin' my mistakes show me
I feel like you barely know me
And that's a shame 'cause our last name is the same
That blood type flowin' through
without a purpose
Still waters run deep in the street we were submerged in
Police lurking, try'na catch a nigga surfing
He ain't going back to jail, so he
simplicitie, did now espy an unexpected shore yet still resolv'd in our extremity to make it ours, by Compact, orderly and free.
And here is to be noted
lifestyle, stunt hard, gun large
Pickin' em up not givin' a fuck about a gun charge
Zippin' em up in a body bag, fuck niggas mad
Welcome to our house, dead
the trouble of lettin' my mistakes show me
I feel like you barely know me
And that's a shame 'cause our last name is the same
That blood type flowin' through
gon' make
Win the house by the lake
Jet ski in the wet, it's panties
Like I'm Mex, be the case, then I be the other case
Dodging all the hate like Floyd
shit, floss shit
Like it don't cost shit, that's why I'm Tha Boss bitch
Got a million worth of cars, bought a million dollar house
From making words
on porches in front of houses and corner stores
I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is
Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's
on porches in front of houses and corner stores
I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is
Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's
Enough is enough
Listen
Yeah
Tear us down one by one
Nigga never that
Killing all our soldiers, we just frustrated voters
Bebe kid's mindset we ain't
for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
seventeen, hit the halfway house
Get out and get his brains blown out, lookin' to buy some weed
Car wash is played out, new GoFundMe accounts'll proceed
I know his truck broke down and
Y'all packed on up and skipped this town
Everything still says you hang around here
Like those black marks down
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