Lyrics:
Gang, uh yeah, ayy, ayy, uh
Ain't no killer but I never
Leave without my 9 (No, gang, gang)
Momma always stressin' so I gotta
Get that money right
down
Still I hold the crown
They label me a killer
Really I'm another black male with a trigger
We're not all criminals
You and I a victim
You and I
They don't play by the rules
My killers ain't on IG
You might see them on the news
These are Michael Mary jeans
Bitch my pockets full of blues
She say he
Django
Likened by white powder, John Stamos
Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos
Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
A brownstone or white stones passed out like white hoes
Black clouds follow me home so I don't doze
This is the epitome of what the D did to me
Vancouv
seasons weathered
Let's take a shower
Waterfall lover, forever with you
Wearing your white shoes
Scuffed by the autumn
You think that we're lost
Beside where the trains cross the bridge and slow down
Trains with white letters on black iron sides
And white rushing water that all rolls away
And the grass gon grow
On the white rainbow
Slow motion, slow motion
Sun lotion
Black ocean and the grey mud
I just ate a rainbow pill by the great flood
Sunset
You walk into this room at your own risk, because it leads to the future
Not a future that will be but one that might be
This is not a new world,
Ki's wit 29 letter melted cheeses
All of my papers now in real estate
White folks been doin' this since '69
It's billions and killer weight
So
by those standards and those John Hughes endings.
But there will be soft skin and pillows to share.
He's nailed to the white picket with his heart
playin'? Kaepernick
Niggas don't know a star from an asterisk
This that new coffin, new casket shit
My killers killin' on purpose by accident
And you
wait
I be surrounded by killers I know that s- gets way too hard to believe wait
I got a baby and she be love crazy it ain't getting harder to please
We were born
Side by side
In piles of rags
And woven leather shoes
The windows were blue
The walls were white
Our shadows long
On the floorboards
Weaver of life, let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by
Shown on your tapestry
Just for one second, one glance upon your loom
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick
all the M-3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let
three's for all the M 3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats
Sitting back here before the show
In the office by the stockroom, it's closed
Filled with bottles and cans.
We got wine, whiskey and gin.
We got
flat in a stained wood room
Usually strapped, but I just got capped
By a man in black or so you would assume
A dude like Lurch says on with the search
Weaver of life, let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by
Shown on your tapestry
Just for one second, one glance upon your loom
I am porcelain so be gentle with me,
'Cause you're throwing me round the room,
You know I'm so little, but by God, I get carnal,
Crying, bloody,
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