Lyrics:
yeah
All that I know is I’m here now, They sayin’ that I am the one
I came to leave me a legacy... I ain’t here to have fun
The day that I’m carried by
to go
Cause I've been out here on my own
I want to come home
Can You help me Lord
And I hear You say
Child you've been covered by grace
And you already
That's all I ever did in New York was die
That's all I ever did in L.A. was die
So put em' up, put em' up to the sky
And wave goodbye to Miss American
I still get brain, no hands, no teeth, uh
Nowadays, n****s the killas on the beat, uh
But where I was raised all of the killas was down the street
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
ces:
shit in here's getting kinda warm
mutherfuckas' didn't know that i had this form
i'm spitting buckshots and u could all get dropped
mutherfucka best
Don’t flex my wrist when I get an advance
Y’all just talking shit I just do what I can, ayee
New in the game and I’m going by Manfs
She said she love me
Perceiving what I'm pursuing
Here's a clue and kill your demo
I'm tryna make history
On a bus full of empty seats
Now who wants to sit with me?
In case you're
I started younger than most, got turned out sellin' dope
Skippin' school to fuck bitches, carryin' guns in my coat
With dreams to sit on meal
No more backs on the wall (no)
Come pull me close to you (rock)
Rock me deep into the morning (rock)
'Cause by sunrise I'll be gone
I wanna be
ones we're missing whispering
cnd while I sit here listening
I know Nothing that's carried in the heart is ever lost
I find your memory when my mind
That's all I ever did in New York was die
That's all I ever did in L.A. was die
So put em' up, put em' up to the sky
And wave goodbye to Miss American
[Featuring you God]
Yeah ninety six Park Hill style
Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn
Politic
Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino
Here we
I want to be famous, just like the stars in the flicks
Or that radiate the airwaves
The American dream
One thing you gotta know is, I don't want
Instead of killing things in
Their video games but this Christmas Eve
As I sit scrolling through my Steam
Waiting for it all to start again
Darkness fills
raised by cool kats
I know what I rep, you feel me?
You feel me?
I'm just trapped in my zone
So you here for this song,
For reasons all on ya own
If you
competitors
Feel like Bill after 7th we settled in
I know imma be here a minute
Like 5th round of goodbyes
With family at Christmas
Propelled by the loss of my
rappers be my son that means I'm ur 아버지
Yeah GRAY BEAT I'm flammin'
Don't wanna here another word from u
Tell me where my payment is hop on this famous
a special
Word from the President of America
Obama Impression my fellow Americans
I have, uh, some shit to tell you
I know one president getting
Some anal
made flows
And right now as I sit here writing this
I'm buggin' off the people in my life that made me like this
Within the movement
Fact checkin'
at the same job
Now he can't understand what's going on in the land
As the world goes passing him by
The American Dream, maybe not what it seems
Was it all
Window Panes in the ashes
A lot of mental flames no matches
Surrounded by a woman's pain so tragic
Where I just ride a different lane no traffic
Sit
Sometimes I believe it’s just the truckers and me
They stop by for a hot dog and a cup of tea
I’m a throwback they tell me that I’ve gone out
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