Lyrics:
it good
But we been at war and under attack
We got P.O.W.s fightin' to get back in jail
And these affected by the poverty war
We pack gats
from coast to coast, keep us dog pound
And thinking my thugster hit them deception rear
While D.P. got serving nigga hoe
We on a mission, get down for
You're nothing but an outlaw
We're gonna
Chase him like a dog down
The alleyway
Trap him in a cage, no Faraday
All messed up
By the demon's chelicerae
want to lick my clit,
But end up gettin' stuck in the gut, wit a dick,
Down fo my shit,
Tricks want to get em up wit me,
Because they heard their
when it came to this rap,
You should've vacated the premises
Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low killa
Get loopbtin civil, next up
Yo I
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
phone now
You can catch me by my self I ride alone now
I been doggin out this bitch she wanna bone now
I might pull up, say what's up and then roll out
He wakes up in the morning
And laces up his boots
He goes in search of stubborn weeds
And pulls them by the roots
He loosens up the ground
Around
FREEDOM
Written by Hank Bentley, Mia Fieldes, Jordan Frye, Kristian Stanfill & Brett Younker
Be Essential Songs/Upside Down Under/BMI/Capitol CMG
Get off my dick you a homo
Take a pic that's some promo
I been grinding so long got some FOMO
Do it till my bones go
I'll be ripping solo
R I P
In
You ain't on the job you ain't on the job
You ain't on the job you ain't on the
Man i know people who risk they're life just to get by
I know people
Making moves inside my dome I'm a chain reactor
Throw a dog his own bone oh no that's Casper
I burn so many trees that they hit me wit a fee
the news said
oughta get down some
Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em
Valiums and speed but we don't do weed
Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete
shit
P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips
Put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is
Pull the strap from under the seat
Back up in the street
Yeah
Gang starr, M.O.P.
Either ride or be quiet
What we gon' do? (Gon' do), motherfucker
Lights out, I told y'all, this is the one I owe y'all
niggard
(Put down that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let that 40 ride)
Don't want to see you wit no
down came down from my work and glory 
Had a whole broken heart with a broken bone
A broken soul couldn’t send my broken ass home
Man remember sharing
problems i’m facing
You rappers degrading
This beat i be skating
Fuck the P-Razzi
My shawty be naughty
These haters be salty
I’m always on time
And you
pain with a K hole
And since you I dont really think I been the Bloke
From the outside in
It probably looking like I caught a blessing
But I been upside
the Mobb was deep
That hung the Son of Man who died just to bring back the lost sheep
On all streets all peeps naughty by nature
Whether you biggie or small
you hopeless as I turn your world upside down and paint the town red
Then I shutdown and it's back to bravo
Who won't let me flow no he won't let me
ridin’ their bikes out on the street
Girl Scouts sellin’ cookies six bones a piece
Much love to the jaywalkers rest in peace
They got pulled over by
thugster hit them deception rear
While D.P. got serving nigga hoe
[Chorus]
Ready to shine by the time
Put them in risky
Better but nigga Bone when
close your legs, he got killed by what he said
A.R.P. kick it like a punt, nigga, got smoked, nigga, like a blunt
Nigga, got smoked, nigga, like a rello,
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