Lyrics:
think about going back
To the land of big roads and cheap gas, America fuck yeah
Then I remember the systemic racism and police brutality
Oh yeah, I
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
have a dream, you wouldn't see
Little girl if you by my side, we gon make it big
You won't commit coz I ain't rich
Little girl if you by my side, we gon
for our conclusion
I'ma rebel with a cause
I'm quite appalled by the law
And the pigs that they give power
A badge and a weapon on a coward
That they
partner
And close to watching our television shows
Together
America's Next Top Model
So You Think You Can Dance
Whatever
And stay close to my meetings
the super rich who call it modern living
But the man from the east calls it a wilderness
Cause heaven for whites is hell for blacks in america
Heaven
let our culture make it
But then they take our place
But we can’t all predict this
Don’t change odds if I’m rich
Skin color is the same
This nigger is
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
To keep us at bay
Our cup runneth over
Because we guided by Faith
They gentrifying the hood to take it away
But we stronger together
So we still makin a way
DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big Nas
to understand
Radio was my companion Fox and weather till the end
And all those St. Louis Cardinal fans think they're gonna
Make America great again
I took a big
maneuvers
Via my Investments, Big Business Connisseur
Billionaire Boss, with that Trillionaire Talk
Bout to save America from the wrong that she taught
Know
Paddy Whack
Crunchberry
Applejack
Say anything on a song
Big facts
Gas pack
Sick raps
Blast that
Imma just say what I want
They say
I gotta care if people
eyes in iPhones
Cat got your tongue, lips sewn together
Speak now or suffer this shit storm forever
Sick forms of pleasure, big war endeavors
School
Journey of a thousand miles
One step, right leg
Next step, left leg
Bit by bit we are getting there
Even for sleep I dey chase moolah
Big bags, big
as many bodies
Hanging from the trees
'Cause they're busy lynching our ideals
Our pride and liberties
Limbs across America
Might now bear a less
overfunded and
Our taxes too low
We should tax the rich less
So it trickle down, oh
Oh, you didn't know? Oh, you didn't know?
Well, white people invented blues
the middle of the night I hear gun shots go off by my window, window
Dear father
It ain't easy, it ain't easy; it ain't easy, it ain't easy 'round here
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
In the ghetto infested by shade and drama
And niggas wit' thangs ain't afraid of karma
I'm thinkin' big like Lil Wayne and Tha Carters's that
could ask for more
We got no fancy things to show just a place to watch our children grow
So come on down...
We got no big fine car to drive and no fancy
people like me and you
And we're told that we hold a big stick over them
But I know from what I've read that peace is in our hands
Now over there in
Got a 2010 Mazi with the Forgis on that bitch
(No you don't)
Took that Breitling Bentley then I
Wrapped it 'round my wrist
Young rich nigga shit, hopped
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
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