Lyrics:
somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks
Down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars
Hounded by your memory
And all your
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
I can
But you just keep on laughin', call yourself a man
I'm not lookin' for somebody to defend my case
I've been scorned by more than one so stop
I be that 5 star You Know
Boss man You Know
The one thats got your girls face down on my pillow
Screaming, Lord no
She cant find Nimo
And Now she
might see
Broken bones and my soul might bleed
Overthrown by sheet and not breathing
But still wheezing fuck yo' job
Screaming put your hands up (Hands
out there
walkin round with your head hangin low
just cause you ate one dick
just know
my man the mayor, had to suck off his whole high school
case
an advance here, an advance there
Because somebody else controls your destiny
Ayo, I'm rich, Black, umbrella calico captain
Wes Craven with a blade
shocked
We got legends by the dozen so just take your time
Bout to get groupies by the millions who be super fine
Check this brand new flow that ages like
the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
Cocked! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up,
I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
Cocked! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up,
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Sleeping at night
With the gun
Layin' by my side (Ok)
Can't trust
None of these niggas
Imma get it right (Right)
Bad bitches
to chill behind closed doors
Some will never learn that black lives matter
They was raised by racist papas and nanas
Waivin' confederate flags like bandanas
a chopper wit' a drum, I ain't lose yet
Nigga play if ya want, your life, lose that
+It's All On U+ black,tryin' to be hard niggaz
Spin a ben, bullets
seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running
Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie
That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (brr)
I got nice, practice
you, pay me
Or I'ma have to get the strap
My nutty O.G. buddy Big Black
I make you shit in your pants
And shake like jelly
So tell off my homie said
Flip yo body in the highway
Murder was the case but I'm chilling in the driveway
I got niggas all in the field
Fuck a round with a niggas bruh you might
there ain't no killing me
Keep a pipe while I'm workin they ain't feelin me
I'm Tryna dodge a case labeled menace to society
Smoking a blunt full
jelly now, cause my flow
Keep your soul, don’t sell it cold
Keep your soul, don’t sell it no
Or you will surely see the hole
Black as night, with no
Stacks of Black Thought
Then blast off into a space
That will have y'all
Face to face with Corona
Taking your mask off
And begging Obama to MAGA
Before
to conquor
I wasn't educated at cambridge
Not into pretend folk
I wasn't endorsed by queen victoria
Nor do I fall to your king on sunday
Me know the first day
parents
By the name of Bosede and Ajibola Pedro
They had four beautiful black children
With hopes and dreams that they inherit the earth (earth)
But this
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