Lyrics:
designer and stay shopped up up (shopped up)
Luxury V, we stay dropped up (dropped up)
Couple homies going to jail
Me and East in Philipes, if you say
Bet you never been through that
Cuz you not me
But If you have that's what come with being black
Facts
I was harassed for being black
Became a routine
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
on when no one loves you
Ah, well y'all memory I take with me
It'll manifest in the black family
George Floyd, Brianna Taylor, SAY THEIR NAME
AIN'T NO WAY
license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is
the King.
Bye, bye we must go to face the King.
You may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lies,
You may trod me down in the very dirt.
Oh, yeah (What up, JMon?)
MO3, I'm out them apartments for real, nigga
Skrrt (Shit) uh
Yeah
Baby, pardon me
I'm just a young nigga from
cannot tell me I'm nothin', I feel like I'm Martin Luther
Ain't no fear in my heart for a shooter, I did it all for the movement
I did it all for
right up like what the fuck happenin
A legit IMG general, Thirty Gang CEO
Bitch I be the captain
Yo bitch with me every time she absent
Perfect attendance
like I'm Martin Luther King
I take a puff, I'm getting high, I'm high like Neil I'm Walking
You can't compete, no not with me, you dirty bitch, you
My shit the bomb, wake up early, getting it
I’m gone everything with me right
If you don’t fuck with me then you wrong
I ball hard, man I’m in my zone
delicate
So in tune with the elements
Big dick bars yeah I need a pre-requisite
No OG has ever given
Inheritance to my relevance
10000 hours has qualified me
brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
don't
Give a damn bout my phone
Can I stay the night though
I'm not tryna drive home
Don't make me leave
I wanna stay by your side
You ain't gotta ask,
is really mad at me
Why these Niggas gotta lie to me
Why they do that
Move like a new Jack
Better get with the movement
Or we gone chop and screw him
I can't let nobody play with me, my friends stay with me
I'm finally speakin' up to anything that's not okay with me
I'm in the ATL, Clint, Capela
with me
Baby stay by me
Need you by my side
Baby stay by me
Hold me through the night
Baby stay by me
Need you by my side
Baby stay by me
Hold me through
shots
I'm David Blaine, I'm breakin' out of my own box, you stay the same
But homie if you change, may you change for the better
Back when Martin King
ass nigga with a bad red bone and some big ole feet Like Clifford
These niggas they wish on my Downfall
I wanna leave but they want me to stay
They want
They feeling my drip and its making them drip toss a brick
Hit a flip always stay with the clip loaded up in the truck like the army
Rockin a gliss on my
Soul brotha, number after one
The brightest out the bunch
Compare me to the sun
Skinny as a motherfucka
Probably skipped lunch
Hungry with the same
Prince Martin can't even rap
But he has to rap
Up his men in
Body bags because we killed them
Every last one of them
But they came back with reinforcements
is you with me?
Mighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-O
The worse thing since crack cocaine distributed to the poor
By the government, oh I meant,
Outkast
Fuck wack school and classes nigga fuck work and taxes
These days niggas stay tripping so I stay packing
With knowledge, all knowing third eye,
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