Lyrics:
and queens, sitting by the malls
Tired and yet my skin color's a crime
Ain't nothing like the present, hope the future carries blessings
I'm fighting for
fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet
I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live
Hope God will forgive as odd as it is
The more I
here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money,
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money,
roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're
jacks for my figures
Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas
On all-gold twisters on a front and back Caddy
Every broad in they ghetto wish
cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin "probable cause" to break laws
Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got somethin
Oh nananana
Oh Oh Oh
Imma go and get it by myself yeah
Nananana Oh Oh Oh
Yeah
I speak for a billion kids
And their stories told through the life I
Whoever think I won’t get this
Dough nuts glaze me
Police wanna chase me
Shoot before they tase me
It’s only by the grace of god
I’m still the same me
It’s
Ayy, this ad-lib right here
Yeah (oh yeah)
Slime
June, you're a genius
Slatt, slatt
Press by my life, my interview be the booth
I got my head
Yo what’s the profile? Live like a low-life to get this cake
This shits so wild, she wanna go down see how it tastes
I got no time, I’m rapping my
But don't have to wave a banner saying black lives matter
Cause police who roam the streets
Well we're one in the same
We all just chasing some paper
I'm just a young nigga tryna live out a dream
Make life so lucid where a nigga can control everything
By any means, imma king
In the clouds while I
of getting rich keep me up at night
Midwest pimps see how we live this country life
Muddy Sprite, sack of kush, and a Bud Light
Getting baked by the lake cause
for you to die
That's why you better have your head on a swivel and your antennas up
Fucked around, get killed by a police the way you reachin', bruh
the feds run devices
Mama my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right
Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick
I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I
young man
Had been beaten by the police and the only way you know
You've got to be with the people and we live separated
We go in air-conditioned cars
live here anymore
Can't see you niggas
Racks spent on designer frames
Can't see you niggas
Rocking shades to hide the pain
I can't see you niggas
Money
I was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night,
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight.
It was just a drunken hobo dancing
gotta kill
I’m just tryna live my Nigga, I’m just tryna live my Nigga
This for the shorties trying to reach glory
I see the .40 concealed in your briefs
There's nothing greater
Day by day
I
Grow more sicker with the flow
I feel it in my bone
Physical
Its living in my soul
Charley
Under the cover of darkness
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