Lyrics:
this Wock'
(Can't believe it)
Fifteen hundrеd dollars in this pop
(In this soda)
Put yo' lips on this cup, you bet not
(You bet not)
Quiet bitch locked
Divided,
Conquered by the white man
Against us united (Uh)
Greed seeps through the cracks
Infests everything black (Yeah)
Grass roots
Rooted in poison
All
ability thought of myself as a cholo not a real MC
And so I did what I did, I'm so glad that I did it
Because it put some chips in my pocket when I
Yeah
ProD
P R O D
(Aye)
Some days I sit and I reflect
I go ghost and I neglect
I don't wanna feel your problems, I don't wanna feel your stress
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
Old day tactic taught by my uncle
If ya gonna have the front hold it tight don't fumble
Armed with the test, not a pain or sting
This I presume that
Unless you giving head I don't wanna hear yo lip
These hoes all love me man they all want the dick
When I get rich I ain't ever finna flip
Im never finna
lap
Supercharged, brodie pulling out the
Lot in a 'Cat
Chrome Heart did the trucker but
I'm not finna cap
Boy, yo time's up, I can hear yo time ticking
a problem, gotta stay real
Don't wanna catch a body
Hopin' and I can kick the seal
And that the part of the deal
If ain't ties surprises
I don't want my
It was the norm for us so know that time was just passing me by
What do you call it?
A House that was full of chain smokers and alcoholics
You walk up
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
she givin' out the drop, you wouldn't kiss her on her lips
You ain't know she was a thot, better watch it, cause I come down the lane
Like I'm Bron ,
shit
This a simple concept, let me talk my shit
They think that they a problem, but the problem is
Not even one
Nope, nope
Not even one of you know
slip n say something
We knock you off track like bad lace fronts
Always dreading shit like, Jamicans
Boii don't got not problems
Mama solve em while he
a con man, karma had me confess
All black, well read... We couldn't fall in love so instead we fell in bed
We couldn't fall in love, repellent to monogamy
that ass looking just like the
Spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is
"I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther,
to the bag like a soldier
We ready for war we gon step 'til the finish
I don't give a fuck if nobody was wit me
I'll step by myself do this shit independent
a fuck, not a little bit
I've been grinding all summer, I feel like Obama, hop out and I'll black like the president
I can tell that you niggas been
Excellent like the peace that came with Mandela out the prison
Excellent it's knowing I'm not defined by the wealth and stuff
Get the rich, line 'em up,
Attention friends and family
You are all such empty, pathetic people
That I often considered not leaving a suicide note at all
Because after all, you
your eyes
I'm a poltergeist
I'm so precise
U ate all the pies
You can't see me creeping by
Can't tell me no reason why I'm Super nice
With it
I'm sick
right hand and drawn
I'm maleficent I'll drop a curse on them all
Please don't try me, nigga don't try me
Hush your lips, your better not likely
Most
call
I need to know your needs and all your problems
So by the morning it's okay
And at the same time I hope you're loyal
Cuz every time you just want
should paint her lips
Like the smiles on the tv people
File number one
"If the thought processes of an individual can be permanently limited
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