Lyrics:
A lot of mense is hating but that’s not surprising
The hip hop game is like a country I am colonizing
This is my call of duty I’m not even pocket dailing
loves wearing my hoodie
Nails on fleek, can't cheat, how could she?
Give her the AUX, first tune A Boogie
Bando I ain't here for the cookie
She a real
The promise of forever
Tastes heavy on my tongue
The lucky country severed from itself
When we were young
Now the fires ever-raging
Would steal
paid by rhymin'
Nigga, they creep, watch how they slimin'
Lil' goofy-ass nigga went broke on diamonds
Nigga, when I step, my bros behind me
Bro sip
I wanna drive down
The PCH
Wind in my hair
Sun in my face
With country music playing
No one changing the Station
I wanna get drunk
In a backyard
inferiority complex
could ever cloud my dreams
when Storm comes Xavier merely called a meeting for a fleeting moment
refract the light with me convex lens
cos we rocking world wide
we coming ‘round the country,
too many front row seats for non paying,
M.C's eagerly awaiting, sedated,
masses of eyeballs
You came a long way from St. Louis, you climbed the ladder of success,
I've seen the town and country cars that were parked out in front of your
know the truth
See me and my niggas, we thinkin’ Different
Ownership
That instant gratification shit
That shit never worked for us
My nigga
Had to make
Or whatever, girl, you know what I mean
I just wanna take my cousins to Disney
Put my sister in a crib by the city
Fly the homies out the country whenever
When
No more nights in the flat
In the flat above the pet shop
Hiding every picture of your boyfriend
He never has to go behind my back again
Because I
under the table (hey)
The soul train lines ch-checkin' my shadows (oh)
These dance moves, '79, late to my battles
With B-boys kickin' your ass, freeing
of this competition
I'm starting a commune
All my friends are coming
With no RSVP
No wait I'm moving to the country
Oh my god just let me be
So
how their parents would be mad if they didn't come back
it was some sort of holiday, the kind you dress up for and
sit around a table and wish you could
my fuse
You see my super power
Blowing on this country sour
Good or bad, I'm still me
With the same eyes, with the same mind
I'm tryna capture what I
Reform, deform, creeper in a tree fort
Deport, back into my country, read the report
Igor, "Why they wanna pick on little me for?"
C4 explosives, I'm
pull the trigger
Servin' fiends by any means, doin' anything for figures
Boy, don't compete, cause I get mean on my mom, I'm gettin' richer
Man, I wanna
by the end of the day
Let's go
Wanna see some snow
Feel the wind blow
Oh baby please
Alright
We'll party all night
The chics are so tight
Get on your
brothers and your sisters PILE up around you
And not for anything they have done
They were TOO young to have done anything
In any case, TOO helpless
But
Why you wanna lecture me
I don't wanna fall in love, don't think it's meant for me
I've been out here on my own, don't need you stressing me
Your new
your hand your Being tracked
(Uh huh)
Money in the bank that isn't backed
(It aint)
Long long ago this country was Hijacked
(Yup)
By foreign companies
since I was born
Pretty little piggies, flying by the system
Put me on the TV, don't call me the victim
Sit, then you're weak
But stand for party time
Unaffected by the movement of trends
Drum n Bass culture just will not end
You started raving on your thirtieth birthday
It's too dark for the club kids anyway
In my mind I try to know
I don't have a chance at getting you back
Leave the country for a bit
And strike back
Oh I've lost it
You act shy
It's not
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