Lyrics:
with new school leaders (true)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
Shock the world, cousin (what), 'cause hip-hop remains
I'm a true master, you
when she watch
You die it's gon' affect ya child
I could never respect ya style
You a true conniver
I don't deal with fear, I've
Been ill for years, i'm
don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't stop
This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you
By adrenaline
I remember playing streets for change
Yeah that's it yeah
I remember playing streets for change
I remember back in school yeah you said you'd never
2010 was a freshmen
In high school with my best friend
I was certain that we'd dance till the end
Step up if you're next man
If you breakdance come
the true game
And niggas gettin' upset cause they can't maintain (player haters)
Don't get mad cause I was blessed with a gift
To give you people what you
no hope just to fade it away
I been fighting for this don't you ruin my day
If I bow down n pray won't you give me some change
I been feeling so down
Through Rough
We Number One Ain't Nothin' You Can Do
And If You Wanna Get Down We'll Rock You Too
So Free-Formin Y'all, Ya Don't Stop
Come On, Come
Hurricane Katrina
I get Superdome defenses tryna find
A way to stop me
I'm offensive with the wordplay
I minored misdemeanors
Bitch, you might need a subpoena
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
No socks
context. Doesn't really matter. Before long I'm out of stuff to say and you smile and say, "okay." I don't know exactly what you mean by it, but it seems
connecting like cursive, I'm hoping you get the message
cnd I know u get tired of school and all day working
Love yo drive, but tonight i'm sending car
on the way don’t be surprised by how it does
People sendin shots but they got aim like Elmer Fudd,
Never puttin our another dud
Hook
Man I can’t
Stop
let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (so)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (oh-oh)
They can all
a new street, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda suave, the crew you can't forget
The Mix-A-Lot Posse, cold rippin' up the set
My Posse's On Broadway
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
a world where black lives Still
Don't matter, I'm way past thirty-nine
But I digress and rewind as I position my birth against and alongside several
They're screaming that they hate America and we're the reason
If you don't feel safe then stop defunding the policemen
You're calling us extremists
stay the same everyday
I'm full savage, fuck you, then it's "by bitch"
You get turned on and flipped off like a light switch
Never gonna stop
Rolling
go to school, stayed the hell at home
In the real estate dog I seen hell at homes
You was selling out I was selling homes
Selling dreams
nothin' you can say to stop this mad man
Play Defender, Centipede and Ms. Pac-Man
Just like Martin Luther I had a dream
In a house with no heat, just
think you just be shootin for fun
My people dying, when is it gonna stop
All of my people being killed by these fucked up cops
I mean,
Don't you get it,
I told you.
Kick the old-school joints,
For the true funk soldiers.
Musicology!
Wish I had a dollar,
For every time you say,
"Don't you miss
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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