Lyrics:
we do not consent
Faith in God that's evident
House so big he can fit a herd of elephants
Real good karma to protect us from the elements
I'm a living
Man you the black god in the arena
Man let these peoples understand
The full magnitude
Of what we representin' you hear me? From
Cadillac down
I'm in the elevator
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
What, you don't know the brand by now? You better get educated
Take both of my
job (for real?), the police got a job (for real?)
Man, rapping's a dangerous job, so I move like the mob (for real)
No, they can't beat me or defeat
real
Do you run, or do you try to heal
The hurt inside
But oh, but in the meantime
[1 - ]I have found within myself
Everything I need to get by
So I run way the fuck up in 'em
And wrinkle the face like linnin'
I play hardah till they say God
He's keepin' it real jigga stay hard
Lord don't
That's nine hundred and ninety-nine
Thousand but who's counting
Thirsty for success and we drink
From the youth fountain
Big headed tryna stay grounded
the strings in my hand
Peace to my mans, gotta go be with your fam more
(For real) For real I feel like the landlord
My niggas came a long way from
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in
cut the check for me
King shit and you know what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari,
to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a hundred or more
A man in front of the store, beggin' for money and mercy
I told him say a prayer
start flying, shell
Choppa hold 100 real nigga doin fine
Yeah Dro
Solid nigga, real street nigga
A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent
Ain't no cut on this shit, nigga
This shit blue magic, nigga, like
Motherfuckers try to grab me by the pussy
Turn around and tell 'em
You can kiss my tush-ey
Turn around and tell 'em you
Can keep on wishin'
Turn
modest and not a lot of pride
Soon to have a ride and a home to reside
If my momma is sick, I'm by her beside
Used to watch the show on channel 4
to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon
(Yeah, niggas movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all
all for you, until I'm off of you
A thoroughbred real one a real boss for you, uh
You know how it go
Something so sweet but something like a real freak
and lie still
Fall down....moving in for the kill
Fall down....putting several boots in
Lie helpless
God help us
Our heads up
We'd scream.
Put your head
on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
Million dollar advance for me
to war, okay?
For real, y'all
Takin' you on another one, son
Uh, Julio Iglesias
Makin' cream like that nigga
Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
lane)
Uh uh uh, you a fool for even trying to compete with me
Uh, shit I'm doin' you would think it was make believe (for real)
Ayy, hit her once, late
a loan
God, let me dedicate this to the eighty-percent that ain't never comin' home
God, let me know you exist
In a city where a hundred hollow-tips get
understanding
Find some kind of kindness
Read about a man who said his family
Had been farming the same land in Ohio for 100 years
Felt like he'd paid for
a motherfucker
Real street nigga I ain't nothing like these other suckers(Na)
How much the club cost I mite by this motherfucker
Have the feds park right
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