Lyrics:
stressful
And stress could be so helpful
No more campus housing
Sleeping on them couches
Spot too overcrowded
Guess I won that ball game
My bachelor in
of you niggas spouses
Young bossin' long way from public housing
Young bossin' long way from public housing
Young bossin' long way from public housing
squatta land or housing scheme
Once yuh put yuh trust inna di Fadda (uh)
Him ah provide for yuh ah ha (uh)
It hard and meh feel it
Suh meh pray that we
are really shocking
and should touch (commove) us all...
To call squats invasions is to delegitimize
the strugle for housing (in big cities).
It is
Sleep in heavenly peace
This is the early evening edition of
The news the recent fight
In the House of Representatives was
Over the open housing
Section
Give a nigga from my hood a thousand (thousand)
He'll treat it like a hundred thousand (facts)
Nigga, public assistance housing (housing)
Mice all up
to built your own a housing scheme
Nothin' nuh change so discipline we a deem
Real buffalo when a no Rastafari regime
Bush bungalow a weh mi dwell wid mi
I've buried 'bout a thousand
In graffiti, "rest in peace" sprayed off throughout the housing
I tried to stay civilized, the hood's a prison inside
Baby canteen, when I thought your heart stopped beating
The room brought out the silence in your breathing
A birth in wooded housing will help you
ain't no more public housing
I gotta stay from 'round them
I'm gon' pull up AMG like I don't know my alphabet
Youngins ain't on Instagram but they
Sippin' Tanqueray with orange, mane, we on that Tropicana
I'm dripping on your couches from the Hills to public housing
If you're feelin' ill, then damn,
I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one where my grandmother
Died I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one between
fist
P.U.I. black and stack awareness
* FOUR: Decent housing for the shelter of human beings
* FIVE: Education and truth for the black youth
* SIX: All
Hear the dull drum roll
Of the Great North Eastern line’s
Coupled carriage ticking like
My metronome
And see that housing glow
A skyline
I'm yo dawg Project Pat ghetto section A housing
stomach pain growling got me on the prowling
streets got me wildin backstabbers smilin
now i'm
Sippin' Tanqueray with orange, mane, we on that Tropicana
I'm dripping on your couches from the Hills to public housing
If you're feelin' ill, then damn,
I've buried 'bout a thousand
In graffiti, "rest in peace" sprayed off throughout the housing
I tried to stay civilized, the hood's a prison inside
jewelry
I really post up in them project housing, Balmain on my denim and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shawty, I'm talking
You have never seen the darkest side of me
So don't try and limit me to what you think of me
And girls on magazines and cars on housing schemes
All
the game loud
We on the way
Know me
Never control me
Patrol Pistol Pete
Handle the road
Housing, not nice
Waited, my life
Don't stop, red light
Go on,
Most of us came from project housing
Growing up with out a dad
The people I grew up they want me to trust em
I don’t even rock like that
Ine gone lie
If
sipping, drowning
On my own island since that tsunami hit housing
Backstroke, backstroke I be swimming in that
Tap out, tap out before I slip up in here
Pink
pick a friend Now it's a game yeah
Make enlargement yeah I Made a housing go on Highschool yeah pay the Prize now not As my role Tell me how to bow yeah
And I know
You deserve someone
Braver and wiser
But my heart could burst
Housing desire
To hold you
Touch you
Love you, and
Please you
Oh, Rachel
Your
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