Lyrics:
Written by the same men that all owned slaves
I can't apologize if you don't feel my rage
The same feeling I get seeing kids in a cage
Constitution has been
love you
You're my girl
You're my girl
And I love you
We've got kids
Of our own now
Left the city
Back to our home town
Nothing like that
Clean country
through my head
Caught them walking back from the gym
Caught them by the hills was trynna feed his kid
Caught them at her job I shed a tear
Yeah
Gave me ha
"She's not in your league" they said, I felt like I was better off dead
Since that day, a lot a changed, got a job now, got bills to pay
Got a new girl but
eyes
I was droppin' the kicks on the side
Now, I been kickin' the bar with my rhymes
Cooksters was always the new prodigy
You stupid asses just can't see
was in the ice age, I'd come out on a mammoth
Strong will, truth spill
Detox brain from blue pills
Too trill, too real
Hit they ass like roadkill
Ill
got hit by Cupid, he definitely had a machine gun
Pull out, pull out game Billy the Kid, babe
I don't leave nothing, not even the precum
Only pre man
down and bruised, its for real now, the feds approaching him like
Whole school panics
News crew cameras
Swat team, cop scene
Rooftop vantage
Kids got
swill
Let me fill you in on
The Matrix, that pill
Like a ring around a rosie
You fall down, fall ill
Permanently sealed
Like crimes committed as kids
story, give God all the glory, cuz I know we gon meet again
He was born on December 3, 1926, ugh
Youngest of 13 kids, imagine this, ugh
Sonora, Texas,
dealt
Cuz I'll ride till I die and I'll stand by side
When you feel like you worthless and dying inside (ohh, yeah)
Baby why
Oh please be mine
Why,
to swallow, just digest it
Suspected something's going on but chose to just neglect it
Deflected by some breakin' news, oh we just accept it
Expected just
is so much doper than my life been
I don't got that type of money, I don't got that finance
She's like, why you so lazy trying to get by
Back before
No matter what your thinkin'
Me and Layzie runnin' the game and off the chain, and swangin'
I come ready to blast
Clickin' my pumps smackin' New Jack's
the block but she liberaeted
Ex-diva
Now she's on that brand new life
So she's proud as sheep
They say, I'm built a little different,
My shine
Uh!
Where you from? I'm from the A hoe
Said I'm out, been bucking on bustas and gettin that pay hoe
Our minds is paid for, hit the blocks like Lego
But they'd end up making up all through the night
As the years went by, eventually came the day
Time for Jeff and Jenn to graduate
Neither one knew
I almost lost my head
Of all the things I said
Like I said before
I'm just a lonely solo gigolo
At the bar, nobody is missing
In my head
comin' and reveal you
It's the Reaper on your hood, I don't feel you
I see through you, kinda like stanks said
See me playin' dead leave that ass brain
of riches, beside it the abyss
Sit in the gridlock under the stopped clock
Long for a new taste? Suck on a breeze-block
Your brain is a doughnut, your
Bring a duct tape and strap 2 joints and 4 clips
Don't slip, yo, be on point
The kids that we hittin is supposed to be willies
One from New York and one
gonna make our mark
We kids with our toys just playin in our park
I know im not noah but my jumper got some arc
Im gonna splash this shot no looker in
is not a cause it's a combat
I don't like your words
You dirty mouth
I don't need your help
I'm strong enough
Rise
Stand
Fight
Feels right,
Blasting off Taking flight
Hope that's alright
But you can count I'll be there by the end of the night
I'm On Private jet visions
Not because I like
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