Lyrics:
left-wingers
Bigots, Communists, there is a place for you in this world!
Because this is the land of the free, the home of the brave
And 2 Live is what we
like a failure with the world in my hand
And this is somethin' only less than the one-percent understand
Was always in demand until I wasn't
Fuck
said trust the word not the man on the pulpit
Pastor don't be on that bullsh*t
Told me how young black boys get shown the least love
cnd unforgiven by
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
an order, but a crime is a crime, ain't never been a man to abide
So, they looked to be takin' my star, I'm gonna take this town
Get the boys & the extra
Give me a beat, I'll show you all a brand new dance
All I need is a stretcher and an ambulance
Now stand back, kids, don't try this at home
Chi-boom,
Say man.
What's that boy?
I want to tell you about your girlfriend,
What about my girl?
You're not strong enough to take the message,
I'm strong
smoke like reefer
All I want to do is get my money and re-up
Take a steps to all sovereignly for my freedom
Not trying to get caught up in global court
root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I'm a motherfucking G nigga
It's all on me now, as you can see now
I'm gon' get this money and I will not be
who blow the huntsman's horn and by the look of this one
You've not got much to fear
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
I come to match my
this world by my doley to the grave
I’ve been moving at my own pace
Its my race
Been knocking speakers by my lonely in my space
Don’t give a fuck what
is a chapter in the story of me and you
This ain't a fairytale
Baby you're never gonna be alone
Inside my arms you'll find a happy home
Anytime that
to the honeycombe
Hustle all night tell my bitch I'm never coming home
Be there in the morning, stop cryin' bitch
The sun is home, drop it on the living room table
Yeah
Sound like my mic is right
Ugh
I am not a human, shout to all my moon men
Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
It's a crazy
runaway
I'm holding on
Yeah, unbelievable seen evil that not even Knievel know
At age 3 I knew this world was three below
Listen, even know my ego low
until the end
[Chorus]
[Rock Marcy]
Wait, I got to get mines
With a side of French fries, not kid sized
Sixes fives, I give off a pimp's vibe
Is it
niggas shootin' at your crib
Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally
Yeah
Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightning clapping
Raining on my window pane and praying I make something happen
A preacher's
down for whatever
In this life nothing is forever my lady
We can make more make babies
Back when I was nothing
You made a brother feel like he was
times, please your amateur night is show time
It's one life to live so live it the best you can, the world could use one less man
Not enough air, not
To let me figure out this wasn't my place, the beat slowed til you listened to my pace
Cause I be killing shit, but that's evident, and y'all feeling it,
said that you could make some money in my video
I get high and drunk just to make it through a show
And act like I'm enjoying it but really this is all
has got me feeling on the fence
And all this shit is so intense
Don't wanna go to this event
Just wanna stay home and invent
And somehow, yeah, that
And by the end of these songs when we bring our asses home
They'll all be thankin' God that they're not in this pain alone
And this world has been so
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