Lyrics:
marching to the beat in this dream
Free at last free at last
Martin Luther King
Ready for the action
Moon walker on the planet
Dancing with Janet
You make
up so lets ride out
Short Black Boy is in the white housе
You put me there
So know
I just want you to know say I know that my house
And my door my
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough
When I was in that jungle we was toting all sticks
You talking beef I'm getting cars flipped
Have a nigga screaming out ooh awe shit
The album coming
Reach my surroundings when I move
Out cause dudes envy
Something like Prince Akeem 2 in the semi
Super soak ya, anti-social
For the mail I'll go
should go and call the cops 'cause I'm so locked in
Yeah I'ma keep real like Scorsese Martin
Boy I'm headed to the top no need for top ten
Look, I said I
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
Ten drinks in me, I'm drunk
I left the party early tonight
All those empty conversations
I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten
ain't a damn thing funny
They ain't hatin' on the music, they hatin' on the money
[E-40]
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make more in a week
Heads up, drawz wet like parch steam
Chrome Benz, big drips Remi Martin
Short gal a pull up fi di tall ting
Di don cause scene as mi walk in
Gal start
This Nigga just bought eleven machine guns
And he brought them in my crib
Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton
Heard Nia Long
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
my queen
You got over him when I got in between
Watching Martin on TBS as it was tedious
For us to eat TV dinners every time we was famished
But it
(By Tracey Bryn & Martin Brett)
He's walking slowly - he is in no hurry
He is walking to the slaughter of the hell that's called routine
She arises
My girl draws more attention twerking than 60 of my songs
Just tell me what you need an OnlyFans or me in album mode
The cash coming now is something
that I've changed
But really too much of me know that I stay the same
Wasn't focused on outcome with this whole album
I tried so hard to find my peace by
a well to do n****
Code switch up on par,
With obama on the court and in the courtyard of the white house
See benevolence was never the virtue I held
Microsoft Word in the early 2000's and blow you away
Huff puff blow house down, that's how the wolves do bidness
Enclave on ya'll cave, no swine, no more
in scraper spin it outt
got clown sum like a booss do
lookin like coo mo deep cuzin i coon (I coon)
Dark 30 Gold on premoo
off to the treman house
was a project launched to keep us in a noose
Bloods sick of bloodshed crips tired of the blues
I'm more Malcom than Martin come watch me riot
the grind
And we finna jump the line
Im south beach in miami
Ready in my ferrari
Officer shinin' rounds
On my 07' astin martin
Baby got a jaguar
But I
know why you a dog
Know I'm coming for the crown (yuh)
Drop an album, kids want to party
Get them niggas out my house (out)
This is Hidden Hills, how
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
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