Lyrics:
the harvest
My little cousin bubble Swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping
You know, we be the boys clocking
cities, their planning to just control us
By infiltrating sin through our flesh and they try to mold us
Bringing all this terror then causing all this
neglect your time
No matter the pain, it will change don't reject the fight
Pain is just a part in life we all go through so take the time to make your mark
the time
Livin by Murphy's Law
Tryin to have it all
Running from instant karma
Every man's bound to fall
Life is short, the grind is long
Some of my
and mastery
The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason (the treacherous use)
Employed by the bastard sons of American fore-fathers who keep
shhh, free Stamina
I back this wap, high calibre
You're still my son, I'm not mad at ya
Got smacked by slaughter
When I brucked him he left his daughter
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
Im hitting all ears like a
Muthafuckin invasion not From da sky but from this Earth letin my voice reach to Da nation
And my mission aint complete
little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard
of his daughter
And I'm nothin' like a father
Couldn't come from these nuts I got
To see Baltimore suck this cock
I know most of y'all wouldn't
homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass
Yo' teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class
That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all
That TV
homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass
Yo' teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class
That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all
That TV
All blue chuck taylors, blue Dodger hat
85 Regal, my daughter in the back
I'm just a gangsta to most of y'all
On the real we're just hanging
tell them all my secrets
It's the fear of this
That keeps me running
Were we chosen? Are we rejects?
Will they understand?
The question leaves me
like it doggy style
Who's standing behind you
But he who penetrating you
You want a trial
You got a daughter and you' fired from "Love & Hip Hop"
I love
like it doggy style
Who's standing behind you
But he who penetrating you
You want a trial
You got a daughter and you' fired from "Love & Hip Hop"
I love
To Leave it all behind
Their daughter's not another slave you say
To this big American bird cage
Said you saw a demon at it's gates
Only comes from nine
By the content of their character
Son or daughter
Sister or brother
I have a dream today
Martin Luther King Jr
That's what the true American leaders
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
America
Hijacked by white men who hate
Men who only demonstrate how to
Rock the toxic shock of
Political strychnine
In a genocide of the collective
America
Hijacked by white men who hate
Men who only demonstrate how to
Rock the toxic shock of
Political strychnine
In a genocide of the collective
to the limit, I'm all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
And now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops braggin' about the nigga he's
tunnel
Found nothing but a perfect house
Cleaned up by 20 men
Chasing the american dream
She started in her cellar
Her product was high quality
Ma
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
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