Lyrics:
minds are vapid and they laugh wild in their depravity.
I'll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church
Yeah! Oh
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeah oh
I got 'em
and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the average cat
Won't see where it's at, or where it's goin'
The hood
pulsing
What they say Kaufman couldn't do it ok
Sharpen that axe, sharpen that axe
Sharpen that axe (Hey, woah), sharpen that axe (Hey, woah)
Less go lions
was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you've always been a good friend
(Always been a good friend)
And you never
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
myself
They was stone washed
Never back down
By myself, I got a lion heart
I make noise by myself
Slang them toys by myself
Did my time by myself
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
that
You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a bike with no
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Before I had status and before I had a pager
You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop
My pops used
The streets of the future littered with remains
The streets of the future littered with remains
Of both the fools and the so-called brains
Of both
on his tail
Or work on a rail
With a hammer, hammering spikes
He can ferry a boat on a river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down
(white)
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time (bah, bah, bah)
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white (white)
Live by the street life, that's
streets up nigga
We survivors walk in the building
Look at the sheet when they see a lion
Totin' choppers
Stacking narcotics and we beatin' bodies
And I be
and white
And there's dirt on the street
It don't look at all what I'm seein' today
Riding around
What's left of a small town
Makin' my rounds
Waving
you in when the lions start hissing?
What kind of bridge did they burn? Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna
toolie on me, got killers on speed dial
Infrared blam if a nigga shout
Don't get packed out, probably hear the paparazzi when I back out (back out)
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
Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me, there you don't
You wonder will I, or won't
Is it yes, is it no?
But
one, one by one
One by one, wi stepping out a Babylon
Then one by one, one by one
Hail King Selassie the conquering lion
Rock stone was my pillow
on
For, oh, I don't know how long
One day I turned the corner onto India Street
I must have turned white as a sheet
Three policemen were standing on my
rackn', in the back whats happenin'
40 Glock, snap a Insta, ain't no need for no caption
I got put on by four niggas, wasn't need for no bandage
I did my
cell blocks readin'
To blacks, whites and Puerto Ricans
Brothers with those ankle bracelets, impatient for their releasin'
To make it back to the block,
fryin'
The family's behind you if you're worthy
Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey
Troops with scully hats and Timberland
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