Lyrics:
of sympathy
Gotta get serious with this shit
Is you getting me
For real don't scream
black lives matter
Cause it's trendy to you
Scream black lives matter
a minute, yuh, yuh, yuh
New year same goals, same neck same gold
New day same habits, stoner lyrics been rockstar living for a minute
I aint even kidding ,
lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like,
Short days, long nights,
By the phone, no call,
Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind,got me
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
chased him since birth
Not enough holy waters or holy fathers to reverse it,
Disturbed by the models hanging on the ceiling high,
They worship, he’s
chased him since birth
Not enough holy waters or holy fathers to reverse it,
Disturbed by the models hanging on the ceiling high,
They worship, he’s
Polish off my gold chain
Let me get my mind straight
I will sell it make some change
Free my brothers from the trade
Teach my brothers bout the art
up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William
can
You show me the way, always help with the pain
Sometimes it feel like you're the only one by my side
Crazy in the head, I can't control my mind
It's
One man, honcho truck load, ammo
All black, suit and tie, don't move in camo
Gloves on, no Evie
Trigger finger forever ready
One man, one machete
Out
Lately I've been feeling like
Lobster in a tank
Gold fish in a bowl
The ceiling on this loving town
Is a hard thick fitted rope
A joke that's never
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
C-C-C-Conductor
Ah
Stovie's home, I spin keys to gold
Saran wrap on the floor, been rippin' 'em like Bruce Bowen
My young boy got the pole, his
a bite, and don't even taste
The California lifestyle that I live
Mack these hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three times black
I'm a pimp,
I would rather live it like a musical
Because I'm black and rap am I a juvenile?
Trump's in the office take it back to the crucible
Calvin Klein with
Started from the bottom with a small plate size
Every other night in my city a black dies
Don't know how it feel if you can't see it through my eyes
Aim
I buy a bunch of shit, but I gotta keep receipts
The money is a spell, its Akeelah and the Bee
Fuck a beemer who got the key to my jeep
(Sim simma!)
I
The balance is gone now
I just feel the weight
I thought I was strong how
Much more can i take
No right or no wrong
No black and no white
We live in
the black lives that we lost in the streets that we never go see again
And the sweat represents all the rain
Trying to make it through hard times we had
why we in this shit
Remind me why we in this shit
Cause we ain't on no pile of shit
Nigga I'mma make my music from my heart
And I live and I die by
in like stones into gold molded by the potters right hand and shinning bright as a diamond like only you can....
.. ewwww
Verse 2:
For tha record I
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your
the neighbors off
You and them twelve foot ceilings
I just painted through halls so I can be with you
I wanna live my dream with you
You say that money don't
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