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cfrican roots in the new Gullah Geechee
cfrican roots in the food that we're eating
cfrican roots in praising Jesus
cfrican roots in
the Gullah Wars, but it's for your mind
Niggas made it out the gutter just in time
Couldn't fuck with the divine
Shit is all backwards
It's one world, how we
me cuz I got Gullah in me
I came from the streets so all I know is grind to eat
Every day I wake up thinking bout a dollar to make
Like a hunnid
Aye uhh uhhh
Word, uhhh Gullah
Shuffling memories
Reconnecting with my youth needed a boost
Got tapped in and back in touch with that adolescent
millions, I know I kill them
And frankly that goes without us saying
Hol' up, my gran gran is a Gullah
So you know I gotta put my foot up
Your ass, whaddup?
bitch a gator she swallow my baby
Bad bitch from Gullah she speaking in Geetchie
She wanna dance on my dick like she Meechie
Hop on my dick like that
yeah
Send his ass to the Gullah yeah
Ride around like I do not care
She do gymnastics on this mattress
Changing axis can't imagine
How she manage to do
to the beat
562 Nations still hear
What the name of your tribe
Shouts out to Gullah-Geechee
Maroon Black N'orlean Indian
Apache
Hey Yah
I look around
Johnson's From (Chuck)
We spoke Geechie and Gullah
To trick the white man
We wrote on Plains to escape the Magnolia Land
Where the Hurricanes battered
sum YayYurp
Okay
I coming off da gipper
Gotta give something different
I a gullah geechee native
Yeah my flavor finger licking
Dem Dirt Roads and muddy
yeah
Send his ass to the Gullah yeah
Ride around like I do not care
She do gymnastics on this mattress
Changing axis can't imagine
How do you manage
me
That Gullah Geechee gal ah have that ass dripped in them sheets
But it ain't worth it
When you know that negu for the streets
Don't lose your mind
to spaz,
I'm lovin' her shit
Fuck it I'm lit as the blunt that I hit
I'm from the island, Gullah brother,
trust I'm a rider, motherfucker
Hate on my grind,
statistic
Inside the casket huh
They gone lift you up
Pick ya number bruh
Another statistic
Inside the casket huh
I'm bout my muhfuckin gullah
Told that lil
What it means to be Gullah Geechee
I remember my homie Rich Winns sayin
The area where we from can be like a mini Wakanda
But I don't think people
Never die I rebirth
Killamonger in my blood Born on a dead end
Florida real Eden
Here I am inna promise land
Said this a promise land
Florida real gullah
function via the eye socket
While we rebel on
Wavin' flag like K'naan or Catherine Flon
(Setting it off like Cecile from the Geechie Gullah Corridor)
I supply hollow tips, up in her ammo
She light the flame right on top of my candle
She put the fabrics inside of my panels
Silverback Gullah, you know
the man
I am a Blackman
I am speaking
Gullah from the gut and gutter cause Gran D Coota be be Geechie
I be speechifying to reach the dying
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