Lyrics:
with them AR-15s and .223
And we trustin' everything so we pray our soul to keep
Put them crosses on the window and sit right by the sea
That my
by guns
In the light of day
And yea anyway
I said hey
How the fuck
What the hell?
Racists in jail
Put those bitches in jail
Look at me
Now look at my
one, two, one, two, and three
Yeah, you better tune in while I'm bustin' the frees
And put your hands in the air like you're caught by police
And start
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
to flee my house
Splash so much you would think I'd drowned
Boy gon' dash when the gang spin round
Yeah, RD got put in the ground
Buried him down, he's yet
stashbox
Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half, you hustling backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards
You trying
Pussy boy dont want beef
Pussy boy dont want beef
Jhit aint fucking with me
I put you six feet deep
I put you underneath
Chopper really finna eat
it for fun
Yeah these niggas is sweet honey bun
I'm giving my baby a ring
I'm cupid I keep me an arrow I put it in ink
Roll up a blunt and I think
means I got your number
Please don't make me dial it
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot
So just do me a solid
Y'all stay in
that's a one off
It's a game being played, by God and the Devil
And we're somewhat being slaves
Yeah, it's cold on this level, let me try to break down in
passport to my PA
Fly you all out, first class on BA
There's gates where we stay, it's all on me, bae
Built from the ground, I put in work 'cause I'm
want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it (fire another)
I
and mine
But they can put a man on the moon
And I'm stuck in Muscle Shoals just barely scraping by
Mary Alice got cancer just like everybody here
Seems
bang di floor in (Fluorine)
Music keep mi soul clean
Pool,Chlorine
Jacuzzi, Bromine
Who fi know me, know me,
All if yuh got 2 radii times pie,
Nuh bwoy
"Stay out the way, bitch"
She was bleedin' on the ground through her braces
This is what happens when niggas don't stay in their places
The mayor
of just grinding out
Run the game up and down, yeah, I fuckin' said it
I got it out the mud and from the ground so give me credit
Smoking plenty herb in my
up
Put down yea right there they got left
I stay with the gun, you run up on me,
Then I'm blowin' mine like a genius
I'm fly with that heat like
and damned by cursed decisions
I made without a shred of regret
When will Hermes comes to collect me
When will my luck surrender to debt
To the brink of my
a Smithing
All my big guns got big tittis bleeding out blue just like I'm Nipsey
When you make a name they all in you business
Change up on me 'cause I'm
his chest
The streets know we passed, every time we're put to the test
Don't invest in no guns, go and put it in a vest
Snatch a body from his
in your corner when you need them by your side
Satan you a liar, get your hands off these people
Call upon the Lord, Jesus we need you Pray for God's
jerk me
Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)
I'm in that two seat Lambo (swerve)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)
making moves
On the block playing by the block rules
All I want is guap all I gotta do is stay sharp
When I couldn’t buy me shit I was hanging in front
and dangerous trapped in my thoughts and i'm hoping you notice
Telling me tales bout her ways n changes, all that shits cap and i know that shits bogus
Dodging
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