Lyrics:
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
While I'm out of town Rap Hustlin', doing this shit for us
All of a sudden you need some space, so I let you breathe
Went and got yo own place, and I was
Because that’s the
Future that’s the niggas
They got me and Cudi it’s life
We’ve got a hundred years out here, a
Hundred years on this planet, bro
And we
it's cool
We just keep it goin' and make new shit
Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame
And then they kick us to the curb that's
songs but not no kumbaya, my Lord
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it
and sinning and living
To get a minute of any women and men that you admire
It ain't no lie
We're created for Him
Outta the dust he made us for Him
Elects us
that he's hidin' another child
Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale
So our babies like you can cope later
Give you some confidence to go
house haunted
I ain't kiddin' I ain't playin', fuck up your house party
Lil Tunechi
So DJ, won't you play some more songs?
'Cause we ain't got
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your
move around us, 'cause nothin' moves without us
It can't be you who found us, we don't need you to crown us
I had a crown before my song, this is
So this dude that, I ended up partnering with later on, his name's James McMillan
He comes and gets us to these meetings and shit, somehow, someway
I
soldiers, rolling like boulders
Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder
Some young male put in jail
His lawyer so good his bail is on sale
Looking
finna change
So we’ll never agree again
Just a few things pouring out my soul
Rosewood we could see her
With our eyes closed
soldiers, rolling like boulders
Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder
Some young male put in jail
His lawyer so good his bail is on sale
Looking
the whole world watch
I'm that type of nigga y'all made my city bigger dog
Turn the TV off got tired of watchin' Jigga boss
So we told our mom's we was
start to bend
And she said, "How are you Harry?
Haven't we played this scene before?"
I said, "It's so good to see you, Sue
Had to play it out just
was
(get out of my face)
So I gave up this quest for Teresa
But then on the day my record was released
A strange thing happened when it came
so they made us evacuate
we on our way pussies, relocate
yall know us when you see us putcha jewels up,
putcha cars putcha clothes putcha shoes up,
its
the unfortunate ones
So bring us your billionaires, fake diplomats
Bring us your gangsters and our Bristol lads
Got all the best lawyers money can buy
just pray that we get old
My niggas is gone
If they was not in the field
I won't put they name in a song
I been in the zone
Callin' my niggas from
speakin' when I freak
It in it a way
That I coulda never thought of
Somethin' better to say
So, our father, who art up above us
I know any time we fuck, you
and just figure it out
I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on the couch
But we should get on a plane
Or we'll be missing it now
The way that things
This rap shit divided by panty lines, mm, which side are you on? (Pussy)
Social media got you fuckin' in pantomime, damn, why that line so long?
out
All of the time in this life
Can't loose the ties that bind
They shackle our feet, we trip, we fall
We crawl
I was born in the mess of it all
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