Lyrics:
to me
Where would I be without my dogs
No wonder why when times get hard
Cause it ain't easy being who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher
Feed
Determination made me richer than I've ever Been
I cut em all off those who wanna take mine
Ready to die is my fav album of frank white
I hung
running baby
Right now, they aim to my face, by now
Lost friends and love, they gave me wings and purpose
fu*k em, wow wow
I'm the one who's still around
(Badmon)
Uh
Lookin' at my generation
Overdosed on blue pills, caught up in the Matrix
Gotta spread love though 'cause its a lot of hatred
Know it's
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
Ouh
Thousands of souls
Screaming in agony
The world is burning down
As an result of greed
There is nothing to stop it
No seem could end this
is 9 then
I'm 30 thousand dollars richer
Hit your bitch when she ain't wit'cha
Pryor pussy like Richard
Wide open make her forget ya
Then nut on your
the greatest star
I am by far, but no one knows it
Wait, they're gonna hear a voice
A silver flute, oh, oh, oh, oh
They'll cheer each toot
Hey, that kid is
think are the true supporters
We all call them the real ones
They the ride or die
I just wanna know why
You shaming people who don't buy
The album
back stand by thats a threat to my black life
Ready to grab 44 because of 45
Two hundred thousand Americans plus died
Never been on pace to make
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
vain
Circles of horrors
Who follows the herd
A thousand Acolytes
Commanded by a word
Grains of sand
The clock is ticking fast
Never be late
Never be
[Intro]
It's the Beast, it's Deron himself
The rat exterminator, the rat must cry for help
Jar deserves the glory that I wish upon it
Welp, I just
rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up
standing still
Promises don't mean a thing
Like a hunt without the kill
Do we ever take the time
To see what comes and what goes by?
Do we ever stop to see
over generations
The indication is that people lack imagination
Instead of elevating greatness
Addicted to getting wasted, and
Like a Lauryn Hill album
A baby's born in the middle of the night
In the local delivery room
They grab his feet, smack him 'til he cries
He goes home the next afternoon
Promises broken
Hunters and healers
Now refugees
Tell me who is the savage
Who is the savior
When a people are ravaged
By hatred and greed
hundred thousand dollar wrist watches
Little kids starving, the police killed his father
Rich man, poor man, civilized man, Tarzan
Who's right? fightin over
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
What's it all about now? What is it worth
Blessed are the poor and those who cry will cry no more
When will it come to be yeah? What is it waiting for
When
scorned by everyone
And I think it's Your plan
All who see me, mock me
Hurl insults, shake their heads
"He trusts in the Lord," they said
"Let the Lord
dinner, hunting prey, wielding handguns and scars
It's 2021 yet people just don't change who they are
The gifted, tainted by red paint, smeared all over
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