Lyrics:
a traitor if you want something greater
Don't get me wrong, America's a great place to live
Just listen to the knowledge I give
If more than half the budget
captain America
To get capped up
With Puerto Rican flag on his chest
What's that Bruh
I have a 2.5 percent
More of a chance of
Getting shot
By a cop
Than my
what you got to just to get over the hill
When you live in America, either kill or be killed, yo
Lord have mercy, have mercy
I know I ain't living right
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD
Last night the skies turned purple
And past lives in light tunnels
Light tunnels
In the back of a town car, staring at myself in a tux
I live in America but fuck this government
A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
While y'all drink the similac
My rhymes are breast-fed
No
I live in America but fuck this government
A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
While y'all drink the similac
My rhymes are breast-fed
No
She's got an eighty-three two eighty z, just twenty three
Lives on 42nd street, Paris, Tennessee
Exactly nine hundred twenty four feet from her
the country clubbers you're such a hit
For tax cuts for the rich you will lie
As you plan for Social Security to die
How many lives were destroyed today?
how it seemed
ten years the lie survives
fucking with american lives
reduced to pawns in a power play
too long they've suffered
not for america
if we unified, we’d be saving lives
But we never listen
Now they scheming and plotting, our problems forgotten
By niggas that’s
Politicn
Another way
of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another posthumous release by Tupac
Which raises the question
Where are these songs coming from?
of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac
Which, raises the question
Where are these songs coming
about that little nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats
What about these whack ass politicians
They don't care if we live or die
through me, niggaz live out they dreams
Throw the ones in the sky or up in the bing
I do it for them, when I'm crackin' them rims
See me doing solo, silver
explain my plateau
And also what defines my name
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
they just do what they can
To live in the heart of America getting by on their own two hands
And you can pray to anybody's Jesus and be a hard workin man
shame on you.
If you fool me you can't fool me again."
[SOS]
I live in a nation that relies on business and crime
And the leaders are politician guys
And scrolling thru the role he's bound by letting truth be told we out
To make a difference
In a day age where hate is senseless
No one's tryna catch a fade they
move me
You gassed off gangsta flicks
You live in the movies
This nigga was talkin' shit until
I pulled my weapon shot him in the park
Now he's
how to mix
And I don't really consider it an album for real
Because as my first album it just doesn't live up to that good of a project feel
be somebody rich
Look
But for now this what you get
Nigga been chased a hit
Maybe a number one album
But we gotta wait for the outcome
But I'm only
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