Lyrics:
on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture
that bitch (get down on it)
If she don't I'm gon fuck her up on the set
But I ended up fucking her that's on the set
And I pulled out the Glock and bro
to you in TEN YEARS
All the sudden in your inbox
AW HELL NO
I been in this place for too long
Don't you put no flowers on my grave when I'm gone
I guess I
Let's get it ha, that's how I told 'em
Mello made it right
Ayy, pick up the pace (Pick it up)
No umbrella, I stick up the place
(Stick it up)
Matter
even get all the equipment out
And we didn't even get to turn the place out
This can happen often and it's really fucked up
So I'll ask you to your
you
I know you could be that, down to ride
You know I would leave oceans behind you
Set in the jet trail, with a cloud of smoke
Spell your name out,
Gettin' paid up in pace
Twenty-Fo' by the hour
Keep my pockets on stroll
And you know that I'm rollin
I can never be no faker
'cause my game is to go just
and Snoop, nigga
I repped my set, now I just do it in the booth, nigga
From the dirt, I be with smurfs, we all in blue, nigga
So if you're lookin' for
are suffering
Souls are imprisoned
Under the skin
Set my soul free again
Our souls
I will shine
With stars
I will go
So far away
I will get lost
Again
I
to Stevie Wonder Happy Birthday
Celebratin' years of flows and crazy wordplay
Season, I'm leaving my 40's, I'm a griot
Deep as Deepak Chopra
Dress socks
pop pop pop what I'm tripping
My body's licking blood I can't call it
One time murdering a young alcoholic
I'm on the ground with a 40 spilled on my
What is this Race, I'm outta place, yet set to Place
To earn your grace in Sacred space, cement my place
Or wake up to a cruel facade. Do you feel me
Take my place, take my heart, take my soul
Break it down
I only need, only you, to fill my cup
So hurry up
You feel so light and hot inside
Suffocate
speakin on my name then you kno i gotta slide
All my brothas got my bakk yeh they always down to ride
Lota niggaz want me gone so theres a 40 by my side
Come on why'all, why'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whip
Couple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissed
And I can tell by
tonight
I believe in a world that can take you high
In a place where patience can prevail
I believe in a thought that can set you free
And the seeds
The devil's who you're fuckin' with
[Chorus]
Murda, murda, murda, murda
[Layzie]
I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
A savage of torture
Holding on unfazed by forces
With the roots to flourish
Even if changes deprive growing
On the paths roots showing
Growth happens in what surrounds
One
Never stay the same
Never go never change
Never take me away, okay
Never play on the game
I hate these memories
I'll never set to see
Give me the blame
you back down to my place
Chillin by the fire late nights I want from u
Gimme the cue and we head straight to my room
After we done lay in bed and we
Time we make a move
Don't play by the rules
Niggas getting mad at me 'cause I could never lose
Challenge me we duel
Sleeping hit the snooze
Can't go
spheres of life
I speak to Africans in Africa and around the world
You are an African because of your roots
This fact is unaffected by the geographical
two razors
Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs
My
locked down by my shame
And my shame had me feelin' like a slave
Shame had me feelin' like a slave
I was locked down in them chains But who the son sets
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