Lyrics:
daughters & sons.
Make no mistake we're not the ones who are racists
We judge by merits not by colors of faces
We have love but we're tough
cnd we've had
(When We Elevate)
From any day
We aiming clearly
We've got Fans to feed
(We've Got Fans To Feed)
And it's just for free(It's Just For Free)
With No
to give this country my all
Hitler has invaded by surprise
But he will not be ready for the snow we got
I took a little piece of Georgia over
Pointed
Stand
Everything happens for a Reason
One day I'll be One With The Land
We are all living prayers of Our Ancestors
Everything's going as Planned
But only
so you know I gotta stay low (hot)
Quavo told me, "Trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo"
You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet
screams
I guess to me it just seems
That we all live beyond means
United States but ain't free
We chasing sex, drugs, and money
I guess I find that funny
We
Spilled
For years
Leached by the all white mob
Discriminated on at the job
My stories are sad
No time to sob
My wife is getting raped by Billy bob
Just
real as ever,
So we seek the most high,
And we pray for the better.
United we stand,
That means we’re all in this together,
Wouldn’t be hard to survive,
on
Staten Island come on hold me down
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spilling while we hitting every bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four
a pipeline so we are the penatenury
Misinformed since 5th grade talking back in elementary
My words are now ringing, shall they answer the call
One for all,
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need
The young men of the household have all gone into service
And are not to be expected for a year
and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass
We're black on black, detonate the sack
Hard to the core, incognito galore
If you had thought for
of tragedy
Whole lotta my people in poverty
Walk around Head set like my hands are free
And I can still get popped by the damn police
Uh
No place for
You should've got my things and sent for me
Empathy, empathize with my pathological lies
Divide that pride and split the pot
It's only by God's grace
man's job, ya dig
I hope you're ready for the consequences and reprocussions that you're mouth got the rest of your body into
(No homo) United States is
When the sun is down
Out here on the grind got a show in town
Still perform like I'm starting out
Still do it for the ones who are not around
Before
dawg, for fucking over they're dough
We know, not to let a motherfuckah get to close
'Cause in this world we know, there ain't shit free so why work
prayer
Take away your language
Cut off all your hair
Sacrifice the loved ones
Who always stood by me
Stranded in the wasteland
Set my spirit free
to slaughters by placid admirals
And the fats slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by TV?
The moon is dry blood beast
All by those cursed tyrants we are forced for to obey
Some haughty landlords for to please
Our houses and our lands they'll seize
To put fifty
my chi and said Basheer just breathe
And she begin to say words that was meant for me
You are an expression of God, until we see each other as each
like this, uh, look
I told you, what it cost
Worthy is the Lamb he paid in blood for us
He got hung by his hands that was his love for us
We can't run
know how we get it
Can’t find my lighter though
Migos
Young rich niggas
Young niggas been doing real boss shit
They know where they got this shit from
(havin')
Been having niggas on go (havin')
For real (woop) ask about it
I’ma put on for my city (North)
You gon’ put on for these bitches
Young nigga I came
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