Lyrics:
even see what's about to go down, man
SMG, Bitter Harvest, drop it
These cats don't know nothing about old school, man
Nothing about old school, you feel
dae grip land
En na so de money dae by Zip bag
The only man wae dae tackle the hit man
En dem know say ar kin sorkor mingle with the borkors tell these
days reacting to what
They bring good things come our way
Followed by bad things we struggle
As best we can to gain some control
Because being helpless
this
Like a fabric from a seamstress, I'll cut you like a hem
Hack you like phlem
And friends are hard to find so be careful
Said by my man The are
unemployed
While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd
While the working class just struggles hard
Try to make ends meet against all odds
While
Tick Tock
You know the routine after I
Fuck a bitch get blocked
Shit was to easy bitch was
Amazed by some Black Rock
750 for these Louis Swim shorts
Your
of logic is
That? It don't make sense
Whatever happened to judging a man
By his own actions
Instead of assumin' that he's like
The others he's matching?
It's
realize they couldn’t understand the childhood
Of a man, who came from the struggle
The only for sure way was to get it off the muscle
Pockets was on E but
stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you)
I
da, da da)
I'll shit on you (I will shit on you)
I'll shit on you (girl, you know, its true)
I'll shit on you (bitch, or man, its true)
I'll shit
Nah fuck that couple man think they're better than who they can get spun one by one
Cause I was made to put lines on a track like I work for the network
on grants an loans
how many times will they Cancel shows
shutdown lockdown m6 closed
government don’t wanna see man grow
Bridge 1
We all struggle going
complete
My niggas half a man, but you're half a man
I am black as the moon, I'm an african
I reside with my goon, I got cardigans
That be made up of wool,
Real
Don't Care Bout How You Feel
Yo mama found them deals
Black Friday Copped Them Steals
Santa Ain't Real
Don't Care bout How You Feel
Go Up
shit... Naked head minute man then u really start to panic cause U shot off in dat bitch and U know she Black Magic...
[ ] Chorus 2x...
[ ] Verse 3
[ ]
it (uh-uh, uh)
I can't stress it enough
It's 227 'til a nigga fade to black (uh-huh)
Made it back in one piece
Eighty racks in one week off
to be potent
I stuck by the wizards to whip me a potion
Lit legit
Man moving all skits
On the mic
Grip and control it
Life is a gift
To my fam
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
Sometimes I don't know why
I get high and close my eyes
They telling me all these lies
The times I coulda died
No peaking now open wide
My struggle I
Intro
Yeahhh
Yeahhh
Yeahh
Yeah
Hook
White Gold, Black Gold
White Gold, Black Gold
Holistic with a vision
Mindful, I just see these commas coming
with them 12 boys, man, all them niggas fed and plus they scared
They been bleedin' for some months, them niggas dead
My flag black but everywhere I
the night glow, my hat's low, my roots grow
For you to soon know, I reap what you sow
We just land down from Liberia, young Black man
In control
the night glow, my hat's low, my roots grow
For you to soon know, I reap what you sow
We just land down from Liberia, young Black man
In control
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin'
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