Lyrics:
to God that my people
Don't try to take my life
But if you want all my shine I
Promise I'll give you the light
I'll give you the light
Tell me why it
game
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
America, wake from four years of sleep
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor
Your
But right now
Speedin' in that brand new Aston Martin
We in the 'partments
Get that fetty cleaned, money laundry
Big ol' 40, got it in the glove
she leave with us, she don't leave with y'all
Pick 'er off and she top me off and we leave a jaw
Real nigga, they know that, I ain't even got say it
the devil says cause it has to be done hmm (Has to be done)
Left man to bathe in he's blood after I hit him in the lung hmm (In he's lung)
Me and devil
to
Make it to the sunlight
Stillmatic with that pen and pad
Just give me One Mic
And I'm gon' get richer
They gon' get sicker
Why they mad at me? 'Cause
up when I (feel like it)
Going by when I (feel like it)
Fly where ever I (feel like it)
Wino ('cause I feel like it, like it, like it , like it)
I went
to me that you'll take B
Bone and B.I.G., die slowly
I'ma tell you like a- told me
"Cash rule everything around me"
Lyrically, n- can't see me
It
sweet baby Jesus
We made it in America
I told my mama I was on the come up
She said "You going to school I'll give you a summer"
Then she met NO
step up
Me that don't give a fuck, you that bold
Then it's all over soldier
Hummers and Range's through the desert
Fuck a 20 years
Long as we got gas
Slash and dash it's back to the gaff
Just crack that pack n smoke and laugh
Run upon me well you must be mad
He's out of steam with a shhh in his back
Too
scratches you, 'specially if you black dude
They don't give a shit unless the accused just happen to rap
And they can look good by painting him as bad news
right there, I like it)
Give me body, give me body, give me body right next to me
We're connected by the sun
And all of the stars above
You melt me
a life sentence in this skin?
I say it's a win
My melanin be sliced bread and pants with pockets
The best thing since been since been
My mama named me
on the road
This before she had me
This was back when it was my sister then alone
Battling some demons on they own
Why she raising daughters by her own
Not
about the dram'
Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom
On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind
Got me most of what I wanted, how'd you do it
I keep my mask on I ain't leaving no dumbass trace
Your bitch is at my crib trying to throw it back I told her to just give me face
Martin I fucking
at me)
Cause they can't do what I can, man it's just so sad to see (sad to see)
Feel like Will and Martin, ain't nobody bad as me (bad as me)
On these
to
Or you couldn't just give a reason
For me to assault you
You couldn't just work it out
With somebody you talked to
That could've been something that
to
Or you couldn't just give a reason
For me to assault you
You couldn't just work it out
With somebody you talked to
That could've been something that
[Verse One: Remy Martin]
You see the girl get it popping like no other
Now they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter
My flow
embody
cnd I will promise
To make progress
Cause If it's up to me I just wanna succeed
So yes I'll give them every breath
Can't keep letting life pass
They told me it's not my time (Huh)
They told me I won't be great (Huh)
Well they made a mistake (Huh)
Blast them with the Ray gun
Like cod zombies (Uh
Compton or Paramount
"Well is it Compton?"
"No," she replied and quickly start batting her eyes and
I strictly had wanted her thighs around me
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