Lyrics:
think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
turns straight to money
Oh oh oh!
Does he love money more than bitches?
Does he love money more than bitches?
He likes to use words like 'badass, '
He
understand whats happening here
He likes to whisper in mans ear
This cat's a fuckin' bitch
When he's performin'
Look how you went like Notorious BIG
How you
Cole like Jermaine (whispers Frosty), Frosty my pain (whispers Loki), Loki my name (whispers foxy), funny how Ban is too so, deadly da gang {auto tune,
the whisper in my ear at night say
Don't you make a sound
It seems that you're another just like me who
Who stays awake at night who's got the appetite
It
do more
See I gotta do more cause I can and I'm capable
Knew every shot I ever took was makeable
And I know you either like me or you don't
No need
down the block in a Bentley
Or Aston Martin
With my shorty watching Martin
Like a bodega
I'm trying to corner the market
No more Sega
I'm focusing
from the jealous
Watch your man, even if you got to watch him take an L'ie
You still gotta stand by him like you Omelly
The white girl got you bugging
gotta go to out more so yea
I don't like you so they get it twisted become so ay feel like zipping some more for ay
I don't understand more than you can
the Transatlantic, the damage deep as agua is
Nah, this ain't my strap, this my partner's shit
Baby, where I stay, we all be sharin' guns like Sasuke
Tell baby I
friends
I know that I got em they looking & watching
Bitch I ain't bother by yo dissing
I tell em Hakuna ma tata
Bitch I'm hot like breakfast
Yo nigga wanna
like pressure?
Don't question presence get invested
I'm more than a vessel
They swear I'm less of a pastor
Still preaching on the plantation
I bet I run
Martin, JFK, & Jesus
Gotta be fresh
Go to school with fly sneakers
Schools with outdated books
We are the forgotten
Summers coolin' off by the fire
controlled
By your love
Ok
K you my modern day Helene Smith
In a esteem sense you, seem special
Do this beat sample justice like seamstress, sue?
I hope
ain't tryin' to ask
For more than I deserve
So understand when I say I
Need a million today
You blend in like chameleon
But I stand out, like I exited
15 year old Trayvon Martin was fatally shot and killed by George Zimmerman
Martin was walking back to his father's fiance's house from a convenience
Cock it back like his .45, uh, special, oh
I play the front, they gotta linger back
Foxy Trini bitch, where Inga at? Uh
It's like me deh yah in Japan
me, got me
Crushing like urkle, when he saw Laura
I'm loving like Martin, and Gina, adore her
Cory, topanga, I never took a loss
We Never take a break
like Pam on Martin
And you wonder why my right hand man stand-offish
'Cause he got that blam blam on point like swordfish
I'm walkin' 'round
the peaceful lull, the quiet
Seduced by the promise of bliss, we soon forget that nothing's happened yet
We're living for moments like this
So hold me,
youth of the ghettos
And one by one we are being wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate
And even more alarming is the fact
matter that we're rudies and fools
Martin I know that we can learn to be muck more better and cool
Jondo so he without sin come and cast the first stone
on the crossfade
Cuts like a battleaxe
You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
Claim of mine, designed by the Ice himself
You beg for mercy as you read
feel alive
Like I can touch the sky
I know that I'll get by
But I want more than this
Don't wanna stay right here
Held back by all my fear
You whisper in
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