Lyrics:
In the world that we live in, AI predates what is born, what is forged is remembered
Nothing written, rather stored in the system by the same droids
never had wanted to be
How are you supposed to see that the man on the corner and the company
They are the same
But you won't know until you find that you
LIVIN’ RICH IS EVIDENT
CHANGE HELL NO MILLIONS BILLIONS TRILLIONS
GIVING IT TO OUR ENEMIES TAKIN’ IT FROM THE CHILLENS’
DON’T LIVE IN FEAR NEVER
have a clue who knew I'm spitting fire
Been in the studio creating rappers off of my vibe
Who never wanted to rap until they seen me do it live
That's
young, tryna be a rich kid
Riding on the streets like Michelin You know such a suss that'll get you in
We in VIP by the picture man I was with the plug
lil nigga, ain't no one to blame
omertà my nigga, live by the code till they burry me, yeah Call me your bro, but won't pick up
During emergency,
unspeakable pain
I am the weapon
My life will never be the same
I am the weapon
My thoughts are not my own
My consciousness is fading
I hear his voice inside
to those who knew before
The timing has changed & changed the times before
I've offered some lines, not the coke, of course
Same result, but on a higher
nigga no lie
Looking so live, heads turn when I roll by
Can you see me now, yeah
We gon keep it hood, 24 7 mayn
But I'm doing this one here, for
Shoutout to the Wutang, DJ turn me
Up a lil bit homie
Yea oh ya'll done figure out who
It is by now right? haha
It's me young buck bitches what it do
never again the same way be left with these feelings of
Why couldn’t the mystery to my success grow within myself until the glory was met
I had seen
you want to keep on judging the book by its cover
cs a man cyaan be defined by its color
We haffi dig deeper to discover the other
Dig deeper
Everybody at the dice game got laid flat
Still the same nigga, just laid back
Craig's nap, the Just Don
The Atlanta Braves hat
I made racks from penning
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
moving graves
Young futures that will never be the same again
For how long
Must this go on?
Round round on a carousel
Blood on the conveyor belt
Lost
It's guaranteed I get the cat (Skrrt)
Closet by Christian and Virgil and Gucci
My wardrobe be looking like Saks
Turning my opps into Ronald McDonald
I'm
fumo, mirrors and the like,
Blinded by the realities that be, the fact remains
We don't act the same but will always be.
Do not worry about what you don't
after what we've been through
Hoods turned heroes
This town will never be the same
It's time to celebrate the Greasers
Take pride in the Greaser name
Ha ha ha ha ha
It was really nice talking to you
Mhm
By any chance can I get your number
Ah ha ha
Cool I'll call you tonight
Thought this shits
black lives are irrelevant
In America this the elephant
But truth be told we heaven sent
Benevolent but our etiquette
Is deemed uncouth let's speak some
Jungle Rule, can't be no fool
Jungle Rule, can't be no fool (I needed a little taste of that)
Twisting joints like a contortionist
Laid in
sense (i don't hear you bro)
Fuckin with me I don't recommend (squad deep, whoa)
Hear you talkin shit but I came to get recognition
Never stoppin I
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