Lyrics:
hate on Twitter that day we lost Lil Snupe
Everybody want to leave the city, I'd rather stay
In Jesus name I pray, no more loses like Freddie Gray
We got
got so much style)
So many styles (Kurupt the king)
So many styles
So many styles (shit, he got so much style)
So many styles (Snoop Doggy Dogg)
fascinate us by
How far they go with
Their unconventionality we secretly
Admire and respect them for this we
Wish we could act more like they do
Normally it
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My fans so many, got so many too
And they lift me up where I’m supposed to
Be a King I’m here and you know it’s true
I wish I knew what to do
I wish
witnessed, lyrical detonation
By Freddie Gibbs and Ivoe
That's how it goes in
The murder capitol nigga
Tell 'em som' Gibbs
Get off some dick, sons of bitches
when I was eleven
I was in the basement
so many dreams Freddie Krueger got tired of chasing
But I was paper chasing
That's what a nigga did
Had dreams
the order?
No Justice, no peace, how many more going to be deceased
I ain't laying down by any means
I'm standing on my feet
It's a war going on, we at the end
silently stalks the country has taken as many lives in one year as in all of World War Two.
Millions of jobs have been lost. Hundreds of thousands
had been a lawyer for 25 years before he discovered
he could fuck over more people in the recording industry
then he ever could in a court of law and he
think about my mother and my father dead,
They did everything for me use to make my bed.
Told me bed time stories how we hung from trees,
Injected us with
office, the King on the throne
I spent my first three hours on the telephone
You know with newsmen reporters, and votes too
I had so many calls, I didn't
more than a gun
Even more than the riches of sons
King Tut
Thousands of years on the run
When I die Imma live on the sun
RA RA
Chosen by holiest ones
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
Too many names to keep writing down
Alton Sterling, Philando Castile
I swear this shit is getting unreal
How many more must be taken away
By
by the other side
Listen how I speak like the others I
A child of the double conscious mind
Spit a parallel 16 when I write a rhyme
Born of those
singing freedom (how many of you are free?)
Our testimony (my testimony is)
We'll be singing forever, amen (Hallelujah, we'll be singing)
We'll be
that I ain't seen in years
What you running from when you you're your only fear?
Guess my time is here now
All I see is black crowns
King me 'cause
over, and over, and over again?
How many years have we wasted counting the lies that we've been fed?
There's something to change
We have waited over,
the drawer like me
How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is
night I pray
Every single day I break
Get back up and begin to stray
How many times my body gotta lay
Just to see another day
Twenty one years inside this
Seen a black man laying in the streets
I can't lie I thought it was me
I'm really trayvon I'm really anton
Been feeling like freddie g
Hear my
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
selling us dreams
We steady plotting on how we could stoppem but overlook so many things
Doing so much to fit in like consumers when really we're Kings
the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
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