Lyrics:
that pension pendin'
Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin'
Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin'
She got pretty brown eyes and she in
bungee, get lost in the muddy
I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
Where's the love if you love me?
And the sky keep on callin', the drugs I
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
time to treat us right
Open up your eyes and ignite the power to go fight
Equality for all, even if you’re black, brown or white
Tell me do you hear me,
I'm just tryin' to be logical (I'm not)
Tory Lanez father blamin' Jay-Z and Roc Nation
Jay-Z ain't tell your son to go and shoot Megan (he didn't)
He
it's like we keep losin' more rappers (too many)
Rest in peace to Dolph he put on for his trappers
He was independent he wasn't gettin' robbed by them
I can look inside your eyes and know exactly what you mean
Fuck you mean? Energy the first language that I speak
No facade, I belong in the Palace
the corny forms
(And we're in, your neighborhood) on the norms
Capture, was to, whack ya
Manufacture, you can even ask Anita about the rapture
I figured,
Park until it got dark
And found lil' shot up Jordan they found your body parked in the car
I know you watching over your son from up above in
fryin'
I ain't the ganja farmer, the crop keeps dyin'
I'm on the tech' and the night pass by
Wont get through this door how hard you try it
Barricade
we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps
Don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps
Don't
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
that pension pendin'
Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin'
Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin'
She got pretty brown eyes and she in
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
give a fuck if they say we wrong
You better keep your hands up when they play this song
And keep your hands in the air
If you know the government
doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down south, aow!
Threw that back out, in
Never thought
I'd be playing a part
In the plot
Of your
Sabotage
But these bygones
Are lasting long
And so I thought I'd
Wrap them up
Throw them in
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
and his speech/
and Rosa Parks had to sit in the back seat/
If you proud to be black
ball your hans a tight squeeze/
and raise it to the sky
all I do is
Keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather
Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked
I spy with my little eye
A murderer, a murderer
So long the ratchet in the streets
You never heard of her, streets you never heard of her
These
We the reason the hearse just left your hood and holdin' up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrappin', keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than
be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some
Soul in my bread basket gap contain "x" marks
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