Lyrics:
coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain't crying
What didn't kill me, made me
To pull over black men and use tazar guns
Lilliana Olinick being racist towards black people choice of candidates I pray God come
Cuz we ain't equal
cave bitch
Ease back white bitch I don't play that
Just because I got on my L.A. hat
Stalkin' walking in my big black boots
Is my jingle, now
the wrong nigga, Told em dont come back until you chip somebody
Got 50 rounds on my hip when I'm popping out, I ain't talking money , then what the fucc is we
artist
Line a nigga up, but they are not no barbers
The black man don't want to see
The black man having chicken
The woman is influenced by the gram
So she
I ain't no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm cripping
Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
chewy bluies got me on another level
Cause my teacher think I'm slow but my momma think I'm special
But even she know I'm coming back like an echo.
niggas
That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife
and rave
I'm raw plus I got more plants to blaze
Fiends came back with thieves
With files Long as Stant isle
And back to Queens
We strap black Mac's with
ass too fat, tell her back back (what)
Ain't doing no talkin', the choppa got kick back (blat)
Ooh, ooh
She want be my boo (my boo)
I was broke, now
of change
And I get the strangest feeling as I'm
Heading for the light
I see the sun ahead, I ain't never looking back
All the dreams are coming true
(we gonna)
Hit a nigga kill a nigga we'll come back
See a sucker stretch a sucker guard your naps
Cussing wasn't nothing 'til a black man rapped
See
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
back through like a crucifix
Niggas like the shell nucleus
Black all over that chick
All night, I'm a Frank Sinatra
Mothafuckas ain't got no offers
See
I knew the first time should've been the last time
I ever let the whiskey touch my lips
'Cause the devil wears black and he goes by Jack
And he's
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
a axe couldn't hack it
I spark em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back it's the met-chod, say it loud
I'm the met-chod, man - clap yo' hands, now check it
See
with the ice, when the
(crrrck) it'll quick drop
Passed by the trap, that's wassam
You can get by! Retarded!
Stripper getting money by the ziplock
a man to levitate
And you can take that and put that
On the back of your brain son
Coming straight to you from masta killa
Ain't nothin' iller
on the back of your brain
Coming straight to you from Masta Killa
Ain't nuttin iller
I told you PE is still in full effect
Beyond the year 2000
We ain't
bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
Oh me, oh my, body like a monster
Let me get inside, ya booty, I'ma conquer
Ain't no question 'bout my size, I'll give you the answer
Girl,
the back, I'm on that time
Turn him to a hashtag
Make him a "Long Live", niggas ain't my kind
Tried and true, I'ma pop mine
I was seventeen with a Glock-9
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