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“If you make peaceful revolution impossible, you make violent revolution inevitable”
Got Too many words to express
I carry this rage in my chest
This

a fed
And you got robbed
For 560 dollars
And you telling me
You need no money
Don't add my cash app
Cuz i closed my card
Oh you getting me yelled at by

shit
But I gotta do my damn thing

They be gettin' up in my way
I don't give a fuck what no nigga get fucked up what they say
Niggas actin' like they

No flex I beat my chest like I'm King Kong
Nina chrome, pom pom, nigga Bring It On
Movie clips and my gun's like Nia Long
Uzi grip so tight I might

Buffalo Strong


And i done did somethings I probably should’ve never had
Off the strength, Im tryna bring my family better laughs

Part of town

Hear the beat then I'm on break
Music come and take me away
My love
Promise if you tell me to stay
Promise I will never delay

I used to wish upon

and you may see another year yeah
Now that’s a stretch
Cause every day I pray
That I make it to my family and see another day
Gotta
Level the playing field

made the three
It's not Lebron or MJ, you know I'm the goat
I got the bag like Jaylen Brown I'm in Ibiza on a boat
They don't know it
I'm the King and I

of Raja
[01:25:022] (Ngiyamuthanda)
[01:27:000] Love is blind I'm enchanted by all of her fire
[01:29:024] She can burn or provide forever desire

The mundane that's laid in front of me
Sorry but I just can't live that way
I'd rather keep making art by painting the walls with my brain
So everyone to see

barking up the wrong tree
Arf arf
That's all you do bitch
You get under my skin
Like a bad tattoo itch

Go learn a new trick
I just shit on your rugs
You

et j'appuie sur play
Everyt-everytime, la musique m'accompagne
J'ai le son dans la peau et
Dans mon Beats by Dre
Mister Jacky Brown, authentique

know I like em clean. 
Dripping in your brown skin, you look good enough to eat. 
He thought my neighborhood was hood, I knew he wasn't from the streets.

And I can sing, but I can't dance
A jester made of ocean sand
A plastic ring we call the sun
Is held by birthers on the run
And every moon, and some

tonsils all up on my tool kid
To reduce risk, I unloaded she took 2 trips

No jokes, I was just a Class clown
Skipping with the bad brown girls, playing

Incarcerated by opinions
I just want to swim but I see bodies in the rivers
As I look at my reflection, a sad excuse for perfection
A fighting fool in

Shouts Going Out

Kottonmouth Kings

Double Dose, Vol. 1: Hidden Stash/Og Dopeumentary

2009

I'm alone, so I'm a loner 
Smoke weed, so I'm a stoner 
Got that ill sick vibe 
That make you say bye bye bye boner 
Let my pants hang, 'cause it ain't

Phone Lit

Freddie Gibbs

You Only Live 2wice

2017

they say the real niggas never die
I swear my niggas would do bids to spot a nigga dead
I went by baby G80 three, it was candy red
I put that there my

from the jug

I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that's right)
They say we're too friendly, friendly, we're too friendly (no lie)
You

peace but it ain't the first time by the police
A Frisco victory down in history but don’t think that things change so quickly
I wanna give a little

Well I am the foe
Creator of the content
Comic book flow
Illuminate the concept
Weary of a gimmicks that they peddle to the prospects
My genuine advice

on my block i got hot dawgs
Gangsta block i got glock
I'ma drug lord who's your plug (aye)
Don't come on my block i got hot dawgs

Who's that stranded

down
Krumping in that pussy like I'm Chris Brown
Baby girl chill out
Finna slide by see Styles
Tell ya homegirls don’t miss out
Yay yayeee
Shit slow down

you murdered us in the most savage ways
No more making brown shoes from black skin to get paid
Don't you know the
Devil has no chance to win
I'll burn