Lyrics:
Thinking it’s a way out the trap
School is lame, feel it
They have nothing to gain
All they know is guns and cocaine
I can recall the moment
The time
oh)
(Eh oh, eh oh)
The world don't stop
Keep my guns pop guy
In my hood we get beat up by the cops
C'est la vie
The blocks too hot
We tryna
written in a fucking song
We are the ones, the ones you're always calling faceless
But we got the guns, the guns that gonna make you face it
Don't even
I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill
In cellophane bags, I've found my way
To heads of state and children at play
I'm financed in China,
Eve
Watching rain drops on my window pane (Mm hmm)
Oh winter rain (La-la la-la)
Oh winter rain
Memories of you keep flashing by
Breakfast in bed
Eve
Watching rain drops on my window pane (Mm hmm)
Oh winter rain (La-la la-la)
Oh winter rain
Memories of you keep flashing by
Breakfast in bed
do we get out of it?
More chatter, more gun splatter
More dumb rappers
And dumb athletes and actors
My name’s revolution, open your eyes
I'm not on TV
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
payé cher pour l'apprendre
La révolution sera en direct pas
Sur vos putain de sites je suis un bonhomme
J'ai refusé du biffe pour des principes
J'étais
Don't fuck with us, you don't want none
Don't trust no one, so we brought guns
Know guns'll bust when the squad come
No bumpin' gums, we don't talk
bludgeoned by a brick
Yo to hell with secret-service men my burners stay disturbing them
They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
seems
That these roads here were paved to broken dream
Ain't no Las Vegas lights
Ain't no California coast
And I've seen a lot of both
But this shit
on?
You know you surrender to ways that will end ya before you have begun.
Mr. want to be playa who moves with the terra of bottles, lies and guns
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
gun et bah pose le par terre (par terre)
Y a after dans le cimetière (cimetière)
Dans la rue j'suis prestataire (-tataire)
Mais à l'époque mes
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I
guns
Produced by government funds
Triple x rated, love it when they run
Gun fight, street war really ain't fun
Don't start none and it won't be none
All
We scream the Revolution won't be televised
But yet somehow our struggle is commercialized
We live with an anger that's hard to verbalize
They give
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