Lyrics:
theses niggas PAC and BIG us
Fuck these niggas fuck these bitches
These kids turn wounds into wisdom, woods into kingdoms
Niggas stay true to religion,
slang
Stolen cars bang, like my chitty bang-bang sh-bang
For the heads, we ain't sellin' cocaine today
So refrain and let my family reign okay
Just
(yeah)
Gotta reign it in, don't act like you don't know the reason
This is the season for me to grow, and I
Do it in spite of my environment, I'm
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
miss with the drip
Man, I'm 'bout to go and do some shit that no one ever did
I'm with the boys, making the noise
This is the uh, Tesla toy
We
I'm a bad boy
I'm a bad boy
I'm a bad boy
Why these cops tryna kill us
I don't think they wanna feel us
Nigga we the realest
Cops and they fearless
of the great
magicians. An expedition of alien voyagers came upon
the now ice-covered sphere, drawn there by an
unexplained lone beacon far below the miles
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
for the check they ain't even trying to teach
Man, life really fucked us and boy is she a freak
It hurt my heart to see these kids trying to really
No longer marching for rights
They sparking a pipe (that's life)
Pipe dreams, crack fiends
Cars look like ice cream
Kids see the bling-bling and they
This that Jigga man music
Swag with the mink bitch I move faster
This chopper drop off us
No need for a motherfuckin' doctor
He claim he a boxer
warnings
Living filthy to get it, fuck writing lyrics
High status in traffic
Bad energy, getting static
Day and night like Gladys, Kid Cudi
Man on the moon,
kid
So let's go give it to em
We bout to set off like Latifah,
Soon as we walk in the club,
Girls show love
cnd the peep us.
Zuuka Joe and Xo, coming
riffs to make sense of the madness that grabs us from the shadows
You want to understand the psyche of guys like me?
You need to see it generationally
We
long
Ya'll gon' live on consignment and not pay
This is everyday, life of the kid
Fuck who it is
I'm gon' live like a true bad boy
And do it big and I
hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin', they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin' in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit
shooting a white kid
I’ll wait
You see the thing is
There’s no respect
No care in the world
The cops ignore the lives of black boys and girls
Then use their
Beef got served nicely
N if it's on, it's on I bring my team
Ain't nobody like me
I'm like a fat bird nobody likes me
I'm a black boy nobody likes us
Beef got served nicely
N if it's on, it's on I bring my team
Ain't nobody like me
I'm like a fat bird nobody likes me
I'm a black boy nobody likes us
wouldn't give up on these hardknock kids in the ghetto
We didn't like how y'all dressed, we didn't listen to metal
Ignorance, yet something they saw in us
could spill for eons[01:19.78]Both knew I was lying I'm like chill I'll be gone[01:22.06]Yet the dark skinned boy getting drilled for his
you will never see
All of these rings are being funded by celebrities
Yeah they got us hanging now we're looking like some strange fruit
Yeah that's
it sissy?
You know the kid just - pimpin - thuggin
Bandanered up like a old hippie - or sumtin
Canons up - I hope you start
Trippin - I love it!
I see
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