Lyrics:
Confederates fought for secessions
But don't believe blacks depletions
Is designed by America's leaders whose hate driven
Now listen
Coming from where I'm from
Confederates fought for secession's
But don't believe blacks deletions
Is designed by America's leaders whose hate driven
Now listen
Coming from where I'm from
In shoes they don't fill
I swallow hard and look
Around the enormous auditorium
I'm not the only one stealing a glance
I only recognise a handful
can decide decisions
Ain’t letting no-one divide the business
Eye don’t despise the critics
Honestly, eye’d be kind to kick it
Cuz niggas have horrible
issues no problem
They trip so Imma blow em like some issues
Riding with the OG 16 by the
Hip like a whole pea nigga violate?
Imma OD shooting forever like
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
ain't no God, and a whole lot of pride
It might be a homicide, so let the drama slide
We don't want no problems, B
Get your name in the obituary column
put
I got it
They know it
They fear it
They want it
I got it
They so close, But not yet,
They fall it
Uh
Any time through the rain
I can fight
Breathing in the same air, black don’t make me different
You can burn my cable, but I know I’ll be more
See the world is evil, it’s been on for too
better get in tune though
Music is a feeling
They say you better kill it
Beat dying every second
Put your hands up toward the ceiling
The style we have,
sick music
Nothing extreme, though it's 2013
And everyone smokes weed, and I
Don't want to be that one
Guy that's like "Dude, i smoke weed" But
I was
they want me
All attached to the kitten
And then they wonder in these
Raps if I'm kiddin', huh
Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs
rap for a while to feed my body, my soul, whatever
I don't have the relationship with it that other people do
There's no deep affinity with rap music
they ain't got shit on me (Woo)
Rappers all good but they ain't got shit on me
Trunk music
Shit, you can bump to it
Pull her up to it
Try me one
Yeah, uh, uh
Turn the music up in the headphones
Watch me get gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Amerikkkan I don't want hand vibe
I want my hand
fucking moms right
This music is just a trend for niggas, they do it just to get by
They raps ain't got no substance send they bitch ass to a best buy
I gotta white face
Tell me can you have black thoughts with a white face
I was brought up on this music taught by its influence
So much I never
do they research, I don't need to talk about it
Okay, let's talk about the scene
When you got teary-eyed on BET gettin' your Lifetime Achievement
bitch
This Detroit fuckin' 2
My thoughts is all black, yeah, I'm back to the roots
Fuck your white flag, ho, I don't want no truce
And we all in
Kodak Black, Kill Bill
Yeah I kill for the bill, steal for the bill
Yeah it get real for the bill
I was riding for these niggas 'fore they rode
with his shepherd's crook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
When they lead you to the wood,
remember that you always should
leave a trail of black-eyed
They don't want us to wake up
They tell us get your cake up
All your dreams can be achieved
With pale make-up
The miseducation of my people has took our
On the block
If they
On the cur
All black
Hoodie
Everybody
From the
Turf
Moving through
The city
Everybody
Putting In
Work
Know the name and
The face
Only play
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