Lyrics:
about a dollar but we came for change
“I can’t breathe” (Nah) has really been the moniker
Tryna live life, but we can’t ‘til Your Honor call
Set me free
harass this ruger will blast
Now it's yo end close yo curtains
I don't need love I'm good
Country nigga put you up in a wood
Country nigga with a lil' bit
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
tread
Country ain’t looking great, so they’d rather make it themselves
Rushing to conclusions, they want some men put in jail
Dear Penny Ave, they
nights, but bitch I been Bane
I was born in the darkness like Rick James
Bitch, sippin' scotch with Chappelle after the Grammys
Said them countries
this land lord
You been in my building talk maaan what?
Listen As I’m putting yall behind bars Put your hands together like a hand cuff
Over 6 years
see it's a low probability
Get yourself some prescription to learn how to read
Maybe open a book before you open your pussy
To some low life nigga that
Government stealing us
We put em in government
They stop feeding us
Strapped the thug on streets
Shutdown the securities
Complain about hoodlums
Shit this
the system made to betray us
Built this country from the ground and put each other in cages
Artists where y’all craft went
Ain’t showing up on the tracks
on the road like 28 gram
And you know who I am
Shower man down like Fireman Sam
Drive to your ends on a two-year ban
With Solo in the transit van
Nah, you
Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
'cause I'm a get a fly girl,
Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go ho-tel, mo-tel,
Overdraft bank statements
Just to make a statement
When I put this fashion on
I'm a fashion junkie
Picking cotton in the country
I bought this out the country
In Acre, baptism by iron we learned
The enemies of god must be vanquished and burned
Heathens and heretics, in all but name
How many Christians were
the back, he put the toolie to your hat
Everybody got the mag, trying to drunk drive
Go put your dudie in the cab, it's the iPhone era, these traders
Now everybody got a word for me
Shit y'all deem important ain't pertinent to me
Put your opinion with a feather, balance that
Grab medicine, when
said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That
Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride
Let the kids up out detention
What the fuck could be your mission
Country found on immigration
Founded by some racists
Now we turn our back on other
on a drank, smokin' on some stank
I'm with your bitch now I'm diggin' in the paint
Ice game chilly ain't no nigga fuckin' with me
Get high till it kill me,
asylum in the countries that you fly me
And carry all of your guilt in designers bags that you buy me, David
I ain't askin' you to be someone you wasn't
To the day we die
We gone spend this cash
We gone drive these cars
They say no you can't read the first five books
Like I don't already know it's embedded in
frown at him
Some of the older kids clownin' him
Don't attempt to get to know him
In Africa he had friends, now he's alone and
Always last to get attended
some new triggers
Your people ain't safe, now, you ain't about
Drillers on stand-by for when it dies down
There's a countdown on your clock
You're in
that
Proving me wrong with the water wave shaking wish I had a button for playback
Put that in reverse she my automobile it's a whole lot of drive I
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