Lyrics:
it’s the same thing
The same thing
We are kings
Support your friends business
We are doing good
Spend your black dollars
In your neighbourhood
Shout
alone.
Goin' up's easy
When you got the song
That comes from the depth of the soul
Where it really belongs.
Goin' up's easy
When you got the song
your hands in a shithole
My hands on the pistol
Leave a tide in the ripple
Make it big, little by little
Make it big little by little
I'm stuck in your
Uhh yea Vintage on the track
King's heart yea Don Seeva Seeva King's Heart King's Heart
It keep me high when my spirit is low
It keep me dry when
call it leopard
God must believe we are strong
Look at all this oppression
I just read by myself
Then teach my peeps some holy lessons
Pick up a bible,
the back
They make it seem like it’s wrong to be black
Rodney king we by yo side
Trayvon martin got no life
Eric garner had to die
Sandra bland was a lie
up slow
Candy paint dripping from my cadillac door
I'mma pull up slow
It's the muddy cut moonwalker, nightstalker
Motherfuckin' white chalker,
'em, drill 'em)
Straight out the coast, right by the ocean
We wet 'em up, niggas is soakin'
We in them 'Rari's, them bitches is floatin'
Know they
that they named Freddie
Wow look at you getting all all sweaty
Shit here he comes pull out your machete
Alright that's good you made him go way
Only
that's lovely man I know
Officers pulled up in the night
And Walker called up 911
Kenny thought it was a break in
So he took his fire arm
If they coming
up the shit bro
Its time to get the lab cracking again brodie
Time to get on our king shit brodie
They don't know what time it is
We gotta let them
you can't tell him a damn thing
Get it all on his own so he crowned himself king
Try take it from him he let eight shots sing straight up
Having
whence cometh my help"
Grandma's hands said "You are an army you can do it by yourself"
We will rise up (We will rise up)
To the top (To the top)
Just know
Unknown by many reclusive the setty
I get seshy not ketty that's cabbage not spaghetti
Rest in my peace my nanny Betty
Chose my name it was destiny
it's mathematical
Peace God, keep your head up on your sabbatical
Jay Elect, Griselda, done finally entered the chat
With that "skrrt, do-do-do-do"
on my team, but Bentley was firm. He discovered the Panda King had left his life of crime and was now a monk living the life of quiet meditation high up
Now Rayshard Brooks
Shit
I'm still fucked up what they did To George Floyd
Protesting peacefully we ain't Even up da score
Hands up they still
the reasons
Now I came back to keep it on lock
As if I was Slick Ricky the Ruler without the jewelry
I'ma monster who creeps in your loft
I'm the mooly Freddie
greatness
Sometimes I work for Satan but that shit can be debated
It's hard to live life every day like a saint man
Kiddc on the beat too and bitch I do my
finessed)
Hold on, how much was yo'
Pack? Heard plug was taxin', i finessed
(Yuh, yuh, aye)
King of my column, I'm king of the talkin'
I'm king of the cap
it all by amounts
Take it n pack up an ounce
Flip it n re up mah towns
I make it i drop it get paid n ah bounce
Bust thru, die for mine
All u
When I'm five
I will wash my face me hands all by myself
When I'm five
I will chew and spit tabacco like my grandfather jones
'cause I'm only
Finna pull up with the pack and blow O's
I'm moving packs to put bands on my toes
Don't fuck with the club I don't fuck with a hoe
I'm fucking with
said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin' it, doin' it, sayin' it
Rollin by my motherfuckin' self with my burner cocked slayin' it
And I ain't seen
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