Lyrics:
inside, ready to bring the funk,
hide keys in the trunk, ready to live that life
one more night, knowin' you don't, ready to get ya pockets thick,
hustle
Thought I’d bе cold and gone by now
That I’d be six feet underground
Thought I couldn’t live without you
But I’m not dead yet
So you couldn’t stay
Guess
yours drop
I don't want you around anymore
I need to leave you behind this door
Lock the door and ditch the key
Because I need to live authentically
and of Death
He has taken over the Keys
He Lives, He Lives
He was Dead and Now He Lives
He Lives, He Lives
He has the Keys to Hell
and I am gone
No feeling I have is strong
Except to find where I belong
And I fear it's right here
3, 2, 1 and I am dead
Dead in body and in head
I found
to suffer for my sin
Dead eyes keep on staring
Haunting me at night
Ferocious thoughts to make me suffer
Released by black magic rite
To keep our lives going
Pops (pops) where in the world have you gone
I see Momma (momma) by the telephone
Waiting (waiting) but you don't call
Tears
nothing's gonna stop you now
You're fueled by the hate you've got inside
Terminate, you've got to sacrifice their flesh
Bleed for the Gods that live
jump all-black, gon' pull a kickdoor
For 1500, youngin' knocked 'em off
We gon' kill 'em all by one by one, I want the top dog
Really fucked up in
their list is black or white
They will know they can't win that fight
Go live your life
And even when they think its rigged Let them know it's your life
you! All lives can’t matter till black do
Hey queen, hey king
I see you! All lives can’t matter till black do
High key invaded our psyche but you know
better
Than to wink at heather
Why did the same fate befall Medger Evers
Is there a downfall to being black
Is the hood just a dead zone?
Are you passing
fake
I'm a goth star by the way
So alone when I'm gone up in space
Niggas ain't playing my game
I was dead and I came back Liu Kang
(Hey) Set it on fire
walk inside, ready to bring the funk
Hide keys in the trunk, ready to live that life
One more night, knowin' you don't, ready to get ya pockets thick
well in my prime
So beautiful so Devine
But when I died my murder didn't get much of headline
Cuz Ima black woman dead shot by cops while in bed
Police
heathens
Pleading, give the kids
Something to believe in
Let them know a young
Black male can succeed in
Today's society
Live in sobriety
Remember you ain't
private jet, live on set
If you could shit gold, I can spit baguettes
What's the key to life?
Money, power, and respect
What you need in life?
a bite, and don't even taste
The California lifestyle that I live
Mack these hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three times black
I'm a pimp,
me, hitting this reefer
I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
eliminated
Families grieving over dead bodies police KKK and Nazis
War on black men and best believe them bitches beating bodies
Hate to see my people shine
in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)
Oops I'm alive and well
You rather see me go die on film
Shot by the popo just lying
gone keep it there
Aye aye aye
Because Black lives matter
I don't care just what you saying yeah
We started at the bottom but we ain't gone keep it there
to them gates and they ask me how I live
I seem like I ain't have a choice like my stomach's to my ribs
Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
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