Lyrics:
Brother in the army
Shit hoah
To fast
My Oldest bro showed me the ropes
Like it was gym class
But I never could grasp
I use to skip class
The Life Of Ah
talking gyms to get
Criminals off the street (real)
Put 'em in jail and hold 'em back
We making the criminals increase ('crease)
Dealing with a system that
Enters in the gym
Puts a bullet in the back of the dome
Of the first teacher
Then he moves on forward
Soon five more, it's a real, true horror
Piling
The greatest sport on Earth made by the working class
Such regular excitement that’s adored by the mass
Managers and players come and go but not
decisions and lines.
Diaspora, shattered vast and raw
Colonial collateral, the last to draw
Empires built by our backs at cost
All for cash our past been
decisions and lines.
Diaspora, shattered vast and raw
Colonial collateral, the last to draw
Empires built by our backs at cost
cll for cash our past been
heroes
Never made it back home
And though the war was long over
You know for him it still lived on
And it still lives on
When he was eighty-three
get rid of em
448 by the case
Stuffing dead bodies in the safe
I’m out Trappin late
Gotta make it back home safe
Catch a nigga gripping
Hey! I just transferred, I'm new!
My last school had a few too many waifus
So after a few suicides I moved
I'm just after a class I
Won't have
Back to basics i hit the ground running i cant sit still i go chase it
I gotta get me some cash on the daily i swear if lil shawdy bad im taste it
I
Back for the trust far I can't even touch yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah
I was in my bag then I wasn't now I'm trying to be the subject got it buzzing
Open up his eyes to the set backs and rise
'Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity
Look at what this country's got
There shouldn't be
the gym
Not here to make friends
Yet we stay to the end
We came to win, we came to win
And what we get back
Is what we put in
We gon' lose family
claimed back then judged me
(You know) It's kinda grim making a kid's only life dim
Dimmer than it already is
I wasn't really into gym anymore
Ever since
Your shit back
It's all mathematics guess you fail in the
Class
That's why I'm
The motherfuckin' GOAT
That last ring was cool but you know I still
I'm back again
Its the mischievous rapper
The back packer
Kansas cities Ex factor
I came in like 99 vince carter
Jumping out the gym but I aint
Yuh, 2024 this Key Marr on this moth Fuka yuh
You left me for somebody else
Now hold on yuh, yuh hmm
How the fuck he gone shoot my home?
All niggas
I've come to tell ya people
I've traveled this great land
I've crossed two mountain ranges
cnd combed the desert sands
From Maine to California
By
it if I tried, homie, how 'bout that
See I'm a student of the game, so simple and plain
But I'ma to take it back to before I ever sat first class
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
Terry's dad hired some troopers to kill Zero and bring Terry back home
They crawled up in the night
Like firelight
Now snow-white troopers from
gone
Tearin' down the 'jects creatin' plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy
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