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My momma calls me self righteous
If it's clever I'm wit it
Go where ever and kill it
Set up shop when I visit
I fall in love with these beats
Mane what you got to say about BR?
(You know I love my city)
Baton Rouge (You know I love my city)
Is where I'm from
(Aye what you got to say for
my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)
They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
name is Iverson
I lost my ring, but I'm trying man
What if police started dying man?
Up in the streets, where they fire man
By any means, I'm a Malcolm
the stars
An ole shocking Scott I know you where the angels stay
Cause with fluid on your lungs you died in the strangest way
You was my second cousin so
tailed by the feds again
They got me under close watch like Arizona Mexicans
Yeah I'm doing dirt if the police in the city can
No ID in the drivers seat
Two thousand miles from the Mexican Border, long I have travelled, far I have roamed.
Two thousand more from the Boss he did order, breaking my back,
the kings and soldiers wasn't what I promised
What does love really mean I'm so confused
I'm hated by enemies and loved by my muse
I paint her in my pictures
that bitch out the park and we don't need a bat
Cause by these hood statistics boy I been winning
So nuts, on the highway to hell doing donuts
Im
down for whatever. All about the cheddar
Put that on my life. Yea Yea. Where you from?
Uh, the Crystal Park off the 91
All black Raider hat and a hand
Yea
Heet Tape, Jukebox, Park Orange, Paperwork
'In My Head, Mic Swordz, cop that, back to work
Ow
You looking at me now, the supervisor style
Ethic
brother; tryin' to see why he's doin' good.
Rollin' through the park; tryin' to make another hit.
Little do they know that soldiers' legit.
I'm not sayin'
Comin' from the playground
Take it straight back to the bricks
Yo Chris, tell 'em where it is
Chillin', cooler den a squeak, kickin' dirt on my
I just popped a bean
On the south side
Lights keep on flashing by me in the moonlight
Yeah let my bitch hold it just for one night
Then I gotta cut
won't stand by and be defined as only a rebel
My mind's eye will never close
We will expose all the fakes
As the movement grows
Like the nose on Pinocchio
like my shit undercova
Cause I'mma Hustla, gettin mine by any means
Don't be supprised, I ain't quiet bout where the green
I like, I need, so that's how
homies be dyin down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in they mouth
But I'm a soldier, a rolla, give me ten
I'd rather die than go
dried
Steady running around rapping and capping and talking shit
I got gorillas every where be careful who you walking with
Southside, south-sid for live,
caught the hint hint
I bet he wonder where his bitch went
I put my hood on like I'm Kenny from south park
Aye u either give up or you heart
I'm having my
Young niggas bitch shit that your Dad feel
In the city, niggas know where I'm at still
But I'm South Park with it
I'm movin' different
Day one with 'em,
Under the street lights
Pit stop by the park
And rolled a blunt tight
Fuck I left my lighter at home
But I ain't turning back
Bought a bic on the corner
doja, cause if I do is where I lay
STH. MEM. Bitch it ain't no testing these
Dollar bills we folding, still control what ever fucks with me
Dirtys in my
useless lines
Grabbed the scrap of paper, fled to Anne's to shoot the trees and life
It was my own damn fault, The Green Lady, she baffled me
Took me by
at where we was and where we at
I might take a knee I'm giving thanks to God the most high
Riding on my wave keep to myself cos I don't want no trouble
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