Lyrics:
they setting stone
Ok, we off to Japan I'm bouta' hit Rosetta Stone
Every time I'm locked in I don't even check my phone, damn
I can't check my phone I
bitches sliding on me, but i dont even want em
Me and my homie eating n he dont got money, im gonna front em
5 days left my favorite album, dont think i can
Flashing eyes and jet black hair
She's the queen of the eastern shore
Well the years they passed by one by one
With races lost and races won
She was so
Reno with two fly Latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff
We count math from steam baths
We've seen a half a milli dashin' out there on the Queens half
of the human population
The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
And he's the man that discovered the Ultra85
Accompanied by a girl inside their
case
The last girl I gave my heart to
I won’t say her name
This albums dedicated to the lovers
Cuz when the world is on fire
They carry all of our
Killer man, atomic B-boys in Japan
Another brother dies up in Sudan
Kevorkian, kervorkian
Got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em
Dead from the feds shit
need a place to hide away.
Are you ready are you ready
Whose the real docs of death
Oh no it's doctor death
Killer man atomic b-boys in japan
race and not my substance
They want us hated by the public
'Cause it's that same ol' same ol'
It's kinda mad 'cause we're same though
Same love
I know
a mother that her son was dead
Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is
Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers
From
I'm number one, that's how I rate
He's in the place with the bass, and style and grace
His name is J he's here to play, and win this race
He's off
tryna have a good time forget the rat race
Stay floating forever like I'm in deep space
I'm sitting in music
I'm bored off my head
Should be taking notes
This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie
Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from
the king.
Don't leave me be. I don't know what's happening.
By now have you realized what I mean? I need my king, wait I mean my queen. Sorry. I don't know
the Brexit
Fuck the Power
Fuck the Exit
Fight devour
Stuck in this CUNTry
Got this whole place Humpty
Now that the EU just dumped me
All the queens horses
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
That's my homegirl
Caught in the rat race, when things slow down
We catch brunch at Fellini's in Atlanta - our hometown
Ponce de Leon local. Barely
contagious
His voice is contagious
This song is contagious
When he's thinking it contagious
When he's writing it contagious
When he's rapping it contagious
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
the plain
Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'
Tread that fine line
Oh we'll keep on tryin yeah
Just passing our time
While we live according to race, colour or creed
talk 'bout your day
I be amazed with your heart your grace how you relate
Ain't no way that God made this greatness in another race
Ahh black queen you
'round (yeah, yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Who be riding up in the high rise elevator? (Yeah,
for you
Now how you gone make it, it's gone be by God's grace
Might of started slow but you gone finish this race
For every late night and every
200,000 yen
You see it in my face, I got a fuckin bag boy
He wanna race, do you see the fucking Jag boy?
Flying up to space, I got 200 on the dashboard
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