Lyrics:
conditions of the modern matrix
Only bad rhymes running proper naked
Only point I made you with, the bullet was a paper
I ain't here to fight some dude,
right
Now like I'm Trump (yeah)
Four by four when I pull up in truck
(Pull up)
Lil' nigga ain't gettin' to the money
Just shut up (Shh)
When I walk in
Nuts heavy when they hang, thats why I walk the way I walk
Put that pressure to his brain, and just watch the way he squawks
Bullets linin' up his
I wake up in the morning
And i wasn’t afraid to die
I walked around the corner
Catched two bullets by suprise
I didn’t feel a thing guess it Wasn’t
brain and I'm
Stuck here with my weather girl
No sun here with my weather girl
How the time flies by
Oh, in the summer we don't have to try
I wish that I
And please get on a diet
Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come
just like that
Quick to put a motherfucker brains in his lap
Smokin' up a blunt as I reminisce
Of bloody body bags a motherfucker going nutty
Bloaw!
Fork in the toaster
She’d like to boast her successes
To anybody who will listen
A modern day Adonis
All he wants is some toast
For your safety we
fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not as brightly lit
up to the bonfire's glow
To toast the ones no longer here
Grandma Izzy lived to 105
She blessed us with a long goodbye
And a cookbook to remember her
Sinatra mind frame
Don’t swerve in my lane
Might run you over let the brains Hang
Grill of my Denali blood stained
Stand in my way
Imma let the tech spray
Talkin bout how you ran
The Island in eighty-nine
Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine
Clanked him what
hating on Underworld
I walk in by myself niggas side eye me I don't even want your girl
First off got too many already curb stomp him from talking
and you fucked up my brain
Got me so low so I stay medicated
I'm getting so lost when I'm seeing these things
So I just fly far away in my spaceship
Look
waitin' in the hood for so long (so long)
For some niggas to stand up in here
We some soldiers and we have no fear
Mrs. Catherin Johnson was murdered
data, you're living in the Matrix
watched by the eye below the pyramid Apex
the big brother facelift
already here I can just taste it
savor the the vile
So when I call your name
Spill the name you actually go by and something you did over summer
Okay, first up...Ana...stia
Omg, hey. My name is
tryna kill me
45 By my side cuz outside its getting chilly
Bring the heat Like a flame to the philly
Bring the pain to my brain light my feelings
Fly away
games
She text you but FaceTime me we in two different lanes
We are not the same, I don't have girl trouble
Cus when i tell her come here she gon come
Знову на бітах заграють українські діти!!!
Here's the English translation of the Ukrainian song text:
**"Fight"**
**CHORUS (x2):**
Fight! Fight!
G'd up, from head to toe
My memories as a young nigga
Always got it blown like Al Capone
Young nigga
He's the downest G I've ever known
Back in
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
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