Lyrics:
your D & G
Don't know me, then G2K
I'm from the UK, not USA
Got love for my music like PDA
What does the future hold, IDK
Kids stole my education, they
(Bahamadia)
You're puttin too much weight into words (too much weight)
And there's too much hate in this world (too much hate)
[Verse Two - Princess
Supply chain is ghosted
The climates changing bezos donates big
R.I.P Ahmaud Arbery joggings a crime in that town
Errr no it's not
He's black so they shot
America gotta run the world again
Then you can tell me what's it done by favouring
Judicial system that ignores the state it's in, what makes it worth this
I use to ride the MARTA
With a empty .22 in the front pocket of my Braves starter
Tryna make it out the mud as a baby father is much harder
what are we gonna do now)
I gotta watch who wit me, watch who pretty
Drop two-fitty on a hot new Bentley
But when it come to drops say he cop too many
niggas get chalked like hop-scotch
On my block
I'm in ko-hoots with what's goin on
Take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me, I'm holdin
is the reason you're checking for what we've done
Please son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces
Your rhymes ain't right, homeboy, you ain't in
speakin' about the real
This is Joe Crack, The Don an' this is what I'm bringin' to you
Yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin' with uncertain death
Lord, I gotta be
master, no Percy
Show these little bastards in the
Journeys of my troubled mind
Saddled by your blasphemy
Look at what you found inside now
You can't
what is best
Please tell me, why futures are chosen
and lives are determined In adolescence
So much opportunity, disappeared on the breeze I don't want
the Vice President's a Dick
So a whole lot of f***in is what we gon' get
They don't want to raise the babies so the election is fixed
That's why we don't
it's all on your face
You ain't never been proactive
This is pro-black hood, wrapped in Backwoods
Yeah we stack good and still show black love
Like
[Nitty:]
Here we go again
Ghetto field USA
You know I go by the name Nitty right?
I gotta introduce you to
anotha muthafucka in my squad right
This
of '78)
But it's '93 or should I say '94 for my style is much more
(I said, come in) come in
(Come on) come out into my reservoir
As I macks a men your
the hard way
And I'm thankful I live in the country called the USA
And I don't care what people say I learned the hard way
I learned the hard way
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!
Posse, yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
chill, chill
Hold up
Aww shit, oh shit
Guy look who that is
Look who rolled up in this piece
Peace y'all
Word up, brooklyn everyday
Hey yo yo, lets do
2001, when my world had begun
Tho many worlds ended and lives got shattered
My parents, hoped that this wasn’t what the world would become
2002,
call it Candyland
Metro PCS-in', without a data plan
This is lead babies, poppin' Ativan
Home of where them young niggas full up
Money get shown by
This a Nitty beat (boing)
Here we go again
Ghetto ville, USA (Uh oh)
You know I got by the name Nitty, right? (Uh huh)
I gotta introduce you
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
really got to give
Damn I want to live in 2-1-3
[Chorus]
It's the Dub S.C. on G parolee
And although deez steadily grinding for cheese
Trunk fulla
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