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a James Brown double 8-track spinning so I pray that you the opps
We're are at war, covid-19's in the air, now a days they blast at the cops
Pat Sajak in

missed the video when Eric Gardner passed out.
And you’re telling me it’s parta the past now
Nope,
We gotta make shit right, dude,
maybe you’ll get

That’ll get you Caught up x2

VERSE

Finding out I gotta sink before swim 
Takin' L's they got me out here on a limb 
Every woman that you meet ain’t a flip

One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.

But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge

the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,

sail
I won't let another nigga make me fail 
Uh
Murder on his mind spilled the truth like melly 
I wanted to marry that woman, put a kid in belly 
You

unmistakinable mystical magical feelin that your money can't buy
Becomin a slave to the rhythm there's no way that you could stop me now I'd like to see you try

the bill for the light and the Bobbie
Slugs in the cat house, slam-em out properly
Don't care how you feel if you're on me
If there's no more waps, then

on a dick
Godly is my presence, you can call me Adonis
So ladies gather round, feel the Nirvana
Hatin' on me, whatcha say bout me? Say what you wanna
Just

do guy for me
Bitches dem come to me
I no get raba dem japa from me
Lord please i feel displeased
Take me over principarlities
Make me richer than my

you how a pencil work
"H" "U" "M" "A" "N" "S" they show me how utensils hurt
The way they stab me in the back wouldn't confront me first
A little bitter

and jewelry
We passed by Arby's and Mickey D's, started to feel hungry
The weed making my stomach empty, but I fight it can't look like a pussy
I talk

knuckles
City buses
Praying to God that nobody touch you
I'm just tryna make it home
In this place I call home
These boys living like the songs
Bodies

replaced by someone
Doesn't matter what you risk and that ain't even a joke
'Cause to me now it all makes sense
I ain't making up shit I'm talking with years

I give my all at each gig
Eat big hash brown like brood
Click clack feel that squirt
R.I.P that's dood, you can't learn my rap words
Translated, I'm

it's the motherfucking S to the I to the
E-R-A-D-Z-A-N, yo, look
You wanna battle me? Feed upon the brutality that I'm handing out like
Them store

I think that it's something we've all experienced
But it's never easy to know what to do
He's just like you and me really
He's just like you and me

to come at us you must be losing touch
You will get smoked like a
Dutch by the master
Actually a slave of the master
But I'm gettin' paid
If a bastard wanna

to me baby
The way he make you feel got you on your tip toes
I introduced the real , never will I withhold
But shit, alot of niggas say what they gone do

Yea I'm shining like diamonds, VBS's all up on me
I ain't stressing bout no woman, betta get her if you want her
I got blue stripes all on me, you

me looking for a gun, 
It’s like escalating situations is what these idiots do for fun, 
Oh you like attending funerals? 
You like making women widows?

do
You just a character now, it got out of hand
It's likely that you'd hate me seein' all that I am
But it makes for something interesting

Yeah, motherfucker come on
Motherfucker come on
Yeah, let me get that
Born a rebel with intellectual steps

For those who oppose, you feel my ratchet

what I wanna hear I wont give up a follow (no)
But you can follow me to a party in Chicago
We reckless spending, Like we won the motherfucking lotto.