Lyrics:
mothers
And black mothers need sons
Not children that's been killed by guns
It's, just another form of slavery, a modern day lynchin'
The others get
down my sleeve people yeah people fall apart with nothing to believe
One day start the riot
Six of one half a dozen of the other twelve by two it's
suffer
You so humble out in public
Computer make you tougher
I got Rosé by the bottle
Bitches by the car-load 6 or 7 new ones
I'm switching up the tomorrow
do the nasty shit off liquor
Fuck water 'cause my blood real thicker
GoonRich was my muhfuckin' nigga, my brother
He wasn't born nigga by the same
gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
My brother got the same AP as me
I'm
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Hit it with the left hand , hit it with right hand
Straight drop cooling
Left the fan by the night stand
Tryna whip me a drop
Tryna whip me a Benz
PG nigga, aint no competing it
Peewee niggas turn ether sculptures by the evening
And even in my worst days more even than
And devious than Prometheus
Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the Valley
corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the Valley
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
Breakin' off rocks like
on
So fucking annoyed because I missed Goliath
Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna
younger brothers what it is to be a man
By tearing up the party when the mic is in my hand
This is what you call a winter/spring/summer jam
Fall into
Tarara mmm ta tarara
Ahh eyy
Tarara mmm ta tarara
Everyman must kpai one day
Burry six feet inside kolota
Brother make you live your life
Ain't gonna
And then murdered
By a Brother
That she would've advocated
His life matters
Or that
A grown man
Can yank off my panties and pants
Without permission
We are
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
and my friends on his TV before the night is over
I saw six murders, two riots and a war
Not going to watch my friends TV, no more
No psychodrama city,
and my friends on his TV before the night is over
I saw six murders, two riots and a war
Not going to watch my friends TV, no more
No psychodrama city,
Catch a mark in the dark we gon turn em to a tally
It's a riot when we rally
Brothers dying every day taken every kind of way
You got some nerve fucking
you've never seen Jermaine
In his white-gold chain back in the day, just give me space
Yeah
Though I might have took a Galaxy
I never had a pound
It's The mother fucking worm bitch peace
Can't describe a better high
Than spittin rhymes with my tribe
Cudi style, day and night
Twenty-four/seven
brother's eyes
the man in the street who's terrorized
day in day out by the civilized
because we can't admit the lies of power
Molotov's and bricks and rocks
still hear them all scream, but it’s quiet for once
A riot to stand my ground, but the silence won’t be loud
Not as long as you’re here
I’m haunted by
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