Lyrics:
earthquake
Gon' make me finish last, I can never come in first place
200 on the dash, only time I come in first place
I been ridin' Black tint, all around
tonight you better go get it all (Yea yea yuh)
Getting money is the principal bitch you know how we stand tall
Marching like a band bitch you know how we
believe in stealing thoughts, my murderous Alibi can have me at the table throwing salt, I’m a black man by nature, a killer by choice, I’m a spirit inside
they chain
Niggas'll never change cause they stuck in they ways
Play your part or get a permanent path in your waves
21 gun salute for niggas that
yea
Marching one by one starting at a long stomp ay
Comes in six I miss the picture where I had to sit yea
Sits on sits I picture your sister she
every thought of you tonight
And if I chose to stay
You'd lose me day by day
So I'll carry on
Carry on without you
Marching on into the dawn
Without you
I
ain't cried in so long, yeah
Can't cry for too long, yeah
Tears for losses (tears for losses)
Tears for hurt (tears for hurt)
Tears for joy (tears
gonna stop them by talkin' doody
We gotta put People in the streets
We gotta keep this Rebellion going
This is not no time to slow down
This the time
20:20:1
Am tranna make the millions
That's all I really want
Check the time Richard Miller on
21 past 21 on the twenty one
Listen to "A lot" J Cole
through the institution
Fighting the cold, he got life, but he twenty-two, shit
Twenty-two below, only 2-1 cells
Six by eight, forty-eight square feet,
their bank account slowly and the label exploits em'
They can barely absorb it, in this life you can forfeit
No time for final warnings when the body hits
the cold and black
Spending all their spare time
As deadly vampire bats
Vampires marching
Out in the night they're laughing
They're hunting under stars that
With a pimp look in his eye
Here come Pokey
Here come Pokey
Here come Pokey
Here come Pokey
You ain't never seen nothing like me
I'm a son of a gun
And I
you
Then somebody dying
Somebody mommy
Is Wondering why them
My gun in the ocean
My Bullets air drying
Not telling da rest
Unless you pryin
Mh
I'll
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
leave you behind
Make up your mind
Stop marching in time
Get in line
You better make up your mind
We're gonna get on up
Five by five
And this
Look
This some Summer 21 shit
Some shit to jump out to
Wakanda forever thing
Lets see how the crowds move
Dippin in and outta roles
Feeling like I'm
passed on the young side
It's bad 'cause a good friend's hard to come by
Justice is never color blind, never gun shy
The one crime, you may never see
I just need a bad bitch
Ion really need no label
I'm 21 live Savage
So it ain't no place I can't go
And I ball like Magic
But she balling out like
and zombies
President Mugabe holding guns to innocent bodies
In Zimbabwe
They make John Pope seem Godly
Sacrilegious and blasphemous
In my lifetime I look
I’m finna nut
You can’t move how I move we was taught different
Tell by how they driving that that car got the narcs in it
Ima throw it out
go marching, two by two
There on a mission to find more food
They try to hide but I'm not scared
I try to swat them, there in my hair
A collective
[02:01.21] Why don’t you police police
[02:02.31] When they are killing ppl week by week of color tryna make it decent living?
[02:05.15] Type em in and you
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