Lyrics:
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
the jobs that could be rocked up
Refused to work for Burger King and still be livin po
How can you work for Burger King an live in a condo
My city's being
on black, I RIP a hater
You can stand up, you can grab a chair
This going be the truth even if you dare
I will leave you square when you live on sphere
Make
the scene back in '83
I stay street with it, dun asked that
You can find me in your hood pumpin' monster crack
I rollover rodents with rims on em
Sniffing out
understand what comes with that
If you from where we're from
You understand the real ones don't want to live like this
Look
On this side we gotta make it
sinner
And you got the nerve to wonder why I'm in these streets robbin'?
Well go and get batman, and go get back man
I don't need to be judged by you
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
the Caged Bird sings
Can you imagine not flying, but you got these wings
That's how we feel trapped in a nation where we can't be kings
So we attracted
a bigger herd
Live a little birdy
No mumbling you heard it
Keep in line
And call me Berk
The Turkish God
Noone better in e-rappin
This fight was done from
Tamir, Eric and Sandra
For Breonna, Alton, Freddie, Akai and Philando
Don’t you know kings and queens should be bowed down to
Don’t let them lie and tell
ville '72
Lock and load on patrol, lotta hoes on the stroll
Give me street 411 like whoop-de-whoop
Where's the cane man? How many nights I live by this
Bad Company
Our targets get down
And don't worry how I choose to live my life
Treat every battle tinder gotta make sure I swipe right
You messin with
the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio
Farmers Boulevard, yeah, you know that's where me and E hang out,
Listenin' to the bullshit that pops into your mind
Now then let me remind
That this a fuckin' competition where your life's on the line
And if you ain't
Bill Cosby comes Rico
Transmitting live to all my black people
Catch my drift, I'm down with my nigga E-Swift
My name is Tash, I'm from the group
fall many niggas don blow
E dey bother bother me when fast money come slow
Yeah
For the street wey i dey
Everybody Dey hustle day by day
Mofe lowo biti
Life comes and goes
My enemy shows me everything I own
Could be taken by a second alone
Flying high till my wings get blown
And I get back to where I
goin' live
From the underground
From the underground
From the underground
Hey, are you okay down there?
Yeah, I'm fine. Where am I?
You're in
the world
Had seduced her flesh
Her life was full of stress
And now with the truth
She's no longer impressed
Yeah, where have you been Sis
Yeah, where
some niggas in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
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