Lyrics:
was kept sacred Democrat got the same faces as
republican who act races fuck a vote we gone revote we came off boat now we sell weed & cook up
coke
The lawyers said plead guilty
Told 'em get up out my face
They tried to charge me with a
Gun that they ain't even find
Seen the pictures in my phone but
I said
a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used
throw us in
Jail for protectin' ourself
And never teach us in
School 'bout generational wealth
So by the time he 14
He got a strap on his belt
Nobody
shadow
So he must block out the light so no ones sees
He loads guns and he builds walls
So he can hide behind them all
There is no greater curse upon
running people
They sell morals and fear like guns and steeples
The sums of evil men women nuns and priest
Feel the pain
cin't none unequal all praying
VERSE 1
I'ma let em come to me
f-ck comin to you
Cuz I look real lovely, baby
When I do what I do
I ain't playin wit cha
Watch out
Can I sell
screamin' why not
Reppin' my block to the casket
Don't ask questions don't wanna be asked
Move out wanna move beat of my own drum
To my own nobody reppin' me
sacrifice , denail pain.
Yea this is uh a nickatina creation. You probably never heard nothing like. This but check it out.
I got flavor and all them thangs
literally to stop me,
But I'll be happy to sell 20 000 copies,
That don't make no revolution, so what I'm I to do then,
Rather die lugging then get my
Hopefully them fuckers won't come back
Cause you'll never get your gun back
And you'll be dodgin bullets by the mornin sun crack
4 a.m I'm smoken weed
We're moving out to Mexico
I don't know
You're giving me nothing, come on now
You're better off wishing more by now
I'm better solo in my bungalow
the scroll (hey, hey hey)
Perkies and the cribs, he sold his soul (yeah)
I can't sell somethin' I never owned (hey, hey hey)
They want see my gun be set in
on the blocks here
When them ambushes hit us
And please don't think
Just cause you bought some fatigues
And run around with your little guns
Playing war
As lightning strikes and thunder pounds
Over the grey skies of East London town
Prophecy K returns from the underground
Signified by the peoples
Nowadays they judge you by your status
Your cars and your trainers
Your clothes, but, I was born naked
It's Nines
I don't know how I should feel
Are you
From burners to murders, to money and girls
Even down to music 'cause when I drop, my shit sells
I'm from P Block, I'm from P Block
Where you put
Out here nothin' changes /not in a hurry anyway /you can feel the endlessness /with the comin' of the light of day /you're talkin' 'bout a chosen
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