Lyrics:
Are the same people now turn to be our killers
Eh awoh Nkrumah ehh
Kwame Nkrumah yie
Come and see the way they're killing your people
Mu p3 y3 wu ansa
Look Popskeeno inna eyes and I see a killer
Look my brother inna eyes and I see a killer
Look my mother inna eyes and all I see is pain
Look my uncle
from ism go against it nigga not at all
Down in Memphis bitch the killers all of yada dawgs
Lul niggas get killed all in they dreams nigga that's nodding
a trap doe
Uncle sold drugs like a doctor without a lab coat
Best friend, riding with choppas he feel like Rambo
Leen lost a fight in awhile I feel like
to state how you link up wit street niggas
I’m talking real killers Concrete niggas get no sleep nigga
Even though I’m dolo Nigga that don’t mean I won’t
Ayy
Put ten on your head then they bouncin' out
Talk to me
I was raised with them killers, how you count me out
Facts
Get it all wet before I put it
past, but that shit kind of a handful
Hanging with the killers then at church like what you stand for
My father talked to me he's like "Hey Nitzy I demand
My mother's whole family is from CoCo County
You know, it just happened by chance That I was born in Vallejo, but my Family has deep roots in CoCo
change
Wanna thank you, thank you
Wanna thank you, thank you
Shout out to my haters, unwell wishers, dark wizards
Shout out to the uncles and the aunties,
welcome to the world man
Aunts and uncles pounding out your name on a drum
While they hum by the sacred flame yeah
Ok time for ceremony hah four days
hear 'bout (for what?)
They talkin' that subliminal shit, tryna make me click out
Pull up by your chick house, turn it to a click house (yeah)
Catch
the marijuana followed by the bill
Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill
Some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it
the marijuana followed by the bill
Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill
Some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it
callin' me the cash cow (they callin' me the cash cow)
We get the Ps, we get the pints and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam
Give 'em teddy bears and t-shirts,
can realign
I know love is in my design because
I treat my worst demons so kind
Intoxicated by the lunacy I call it moonshine
Getting out of line in my
Coke machines on the ho chi minh trail
Russian spies shopping at bloomingdales
Killer bees swarming up the rio grande
Hey baby where'd you get that
a fuckin sex killer
Nigga you got a story to tell, tell it, yell it
I rose wit the funkadelic
We don't believe shit stinks til we smell it
Let you tell
Stadium thriller without the manilla
Until this day I still uh
Drink Old English cannot stand Miller
Lyrically Im iller than a fuckin sex killer
Nigga
(aye) hell's Kitchen killers roll up on
You and they spray (aye)
No lives matter in this thing
Cause I'm color blind
Show up to your record label
Turn it
I'm lonely the rest of my life then niggas so be it
Came in this world by myself, I knew that shit as a kid
Ain't no two men casket when you close
Yo yo yo
I grew up in the 1980's
In a four bedroom house
My family, my grandma,
Three or four aunties
Uncles and brothers
In and out
Yo yo yo
I grew up in the 1980's
In a four bedroom house
My family, my grandma,
Three or four aunties
Uncles and brothers
In and out
We going west just to ride the wave
Little cousin pass me my shades
Uncle always stay on my case
By now you figured out we at the cookout
DJ better
Told my uncle “don’t he worry cause he coming home”
Before his time now it’s my time
I need new brakes; been on my grind
Might visit Johnny; just to ice
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