Lyrics:
whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write
It's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team
That be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's
I
whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write
It's like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team
That be pushing packs
I'm getting gravy like the 80's
I
the keys to the bimma, white girl came all the way from Plymouth
Let her get loud, back stroke, she a swimmer, calling me Pat, know I deliver
Told you don't
I survive
You guys can't walk in My shoes
I'm not Your shoe size
I flipped a couple bricks
Couple birds flew by coke white like it got
Blonde hair
That i had by showing
The world i didn’t care about
Being like other people
I could never go back – 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following
rise high as the tide
The moon's arms lull and are open wide
I sing a song while I try to hide
White meets the air with a dog by my side
The lion's
brothers
All my sisters
Never let the white rose wither
No
So let our voices roar like lions
Cause won't keep still and quiet
Let us stand up in defiance
be out here chasing dollars for the days I was in poverty
The streets left a Scar
But now you looking at the Lion King
I came from Ramen noodles, now
had my back
Surrounded by sticks, Glocks, and tec
Call that shit, really burgets
Press a bitch nigga, just like a barrette
Draco man, with the banana
Yeah yeah yeah Yeaahh let it Go
Ah what's the deal?
What's the deal? What's the deal?
What's the deal?
"I ain't black!, I ain't
White!, I ain't
Soprano at the shrink
I can't say the truth
"Yesterday I was chillin' by the arcade Sega Booth"
Sharp tongue
Razor Back
Razor tooth
I sit back call
a lion, I am never cowardly
I'll be walking on the gold streets proudly
B/Chriss got the heat like szechuan
Bringing this lyrical feat
I'm a blessed one
We get hunted in the streets
Openly by police
Prison is an industry
They don't want us to speak free
Mainstream promoters
Only feed you that group
it, you comin' right back.
Comin' right back yeah you comin' right back fo' da,
Cocaine.
This for them white girl movers,
Big dreams of makin
cookin so we stuck up the kitchen
Bitch
I'm a street nigga, but I hate the streets
I want a statue by Sojourner Truth when I'm deceased
I'm so Battle
get out alive
But somehow Huddle and his music survived
He escaped just once, was put back again
He was called Leadbelly by the
Rest of the men
of diamonds
She broke up with me once almost had me cryin'
She know I was cheatin' cause she caught me lyin'
King of the jungle I'm a lion
White lion in da
toolie on me, got killers on speed dial
Infrared blam if a nigga shout
Don't get packed out, probably hear the paparazzi when I back out (back out)
Lions
Tigers
And Bears
I'm a Panther godammit
Worlds black and white
I am the Gold standard
I'm not minding my manners
If Red Lobster biscuits in front
man today
I was the butcher yesterday
Chopped em up in pieces
Threw the parts in the garbage
And came back and got em all today
I'm lion hearted like
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
die
But I survive
You guys can't walk in my shoes
I'm not your shoe size
I flipped a few bricks, couple birds flew by
Coke white like it got blonde
Hair
ass is trapped
I bet now you wanna listen
But it's too late 'cause you fell a victim
You was set up by the white system
The white system
The white
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