Lyrics:
gonna push on your ears they troubles
Plus I done had so many well wishes
Ask me when the hell I’ma stop
For why the hell every time I turn around
One
back 'tryna bill these racks and stack that still
Stiller than mannequins get you spot in the Vatican we put the mass in appeal
I roll in gassed with
a marathon
I spit it on the track so all of y'all can tag along
Seven billion lives, so many people but
Every single one can be destroyed by an atom bomb
happening, it's downright wrong
Justice won't be served by a hashtag, and that's the very reason I ask that
What are we to do? We're scattered around
With
feelings to feel with
Got me some paper that I pay the bills with
Got me some recourses I'm finna build with
This life is long but gon be over real quick
else could give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down, six-feet deep in the cut
What the fuck done went wrong?
How long will I be mourned?
government and it's needs
Made on years of those who can't pay their lease
Trouble with Old Bill for growing seeds
Hope you're getting down blood what I mean
people on trial
Because of these actions, the white mans kiddnappin’ us
Takin’ us by force, with little to no remorse
Sounds like the 18th century sales
this came with the lights
Rappers I looked up to now wanna be where I'm at
Measure success with materials cause that's what they lack
I wouldn't do that
Itll be trouble round here pretty soon
Glance across the room
I see this youngsta gettin ready to fire
But if he messin tonight
I think that Krayzie
, through joy and pain
There is a fire that tests my faith
But You are with me, I'm not afraid
And though I'm tossed by a thousand seas
Through every trial I
minds and in our brains
But as soon as you give into chips, enslavement will be framed
Aim, aim, aimin' at us
Take your power back from Bill Gates
to G-Shock, these the jailhouse Rolex
Be cautious who you buy a phone from, they might work with SIS
Had me stuck in the SHU, four months straight with one
he doin' well
Honestly, I thought Bill was gon' die in jail (I did)
Who the fuck be listenin' to Tyler, The Creator music (who?)
That's what DJ
Come all you good time people
While I've got money to spend
Tomorrow might be Monday
And I'd neither have a dollar nor a friend
Well I've got
like
It's the elephant in the room
Created by a collision of the sun and the moon
My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb
That was soon to be
week.
Aright well check this out, I got somethin' real important
I want you to tell her
C'mon c'mon this s***'s over with.
I'm not done talking
everybody the news, hitting me up with the shit
He said, he say that "I'm 'boutta pull up soon"
Make a new look, nigga went so shook
When nobody answer him,
Oops a little Jada I be open with this
Make today my red table with these poems and shit
I said change is coming soon at least I'm hoping it is
I love
humans be able to compete with that
Is that what everyone else heard
Yeah I think that's what I heard
Way, this is our way
What is it
It was meant to say
He, too, hadn't done it but they made him sign a confession to mass murder
Six men kept in isolation no contact with each other
And it weren't until
at the brokers shop
As long as he would play it by the railroad site
He wouldn't get in trouble she was satisfied
Well she never knew there would come a day
It's who we are, and I would not concede it lightly,
The best we've done by far,
and we forged it in the fires, of survival
from trials
of racks in packs
Nah wait
I wanna calm down tonight
Called her twice on the night
Netflix and chill baby
Be meaning check the bills lately
Keep that a hush
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