Lyrics:
of the make believe
They make up shit just like Maybelline
They talking shit but won't ever see you
CASSO Tarantino when I make a scene
Facing lot more than
as before. Then Power doesn't have to dwell on the sleights
Of their Own hand. While I play a game of make-believe called
It's cool man. How dare I be so
Diamond on the tooth, two grand
Tryna help raise all youth to man
So Cuzimdope gon need this space to slam
Help clean up this land
The reputation of this
people in
A Tongue that's Native
Not with an ego that's anti-creative
Conscious to the fact that
I'm a talented lad make your move at a jam
And feel better
standing neck deep
Broken by design and unraveling
It's so hard to define
What makes me empty
What makes me empty
Your a land mine
I'm the fall guy
Trapped
and they
Gobble our sound down
And get the whole land to wobble around
When they make you a partner
I'm starting to not believe in this legion
'cause we be
eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbing
You either make a way or stay sobbing, the Shiny Apple
Is bruised but sweet and if you
of His garment, good Lord
I believe (good Lordy I believe) that it would make me whole
Now when I'm dead, laying in my coffin
All of my friends all
driving
I can't believe it, I just made a mistake
Well parents are the same no matter time nor place
So to you all the kids all across the land
Take it
the white briccs
Im focused on the green ones
I get em from my mexican patna cuz he dont need em
Rapped em up perfect he dont get em wont believe em
By 12 o
love to give
I didn't wanna believe, but it is what it is
Fuck it, I'm in the stu, I'm getting lit
Bnoutchie locked in, I know I got a gift
I'ma make
the key of truth was always in your hand
the powers that may be make you poison all this land
word by word – day by day
fabricated – falsely baited
by this mind specimen, my Oestrogen
Make the best of men guess again, I'm fresh in wind
Consumed by the date stamp, tramps get amped
'Cause they
blame us, who really believe in
Excuses we don't understand
Shaped by the failures, we're kneeling and healing
And nothing is safe from our hands
How can
lights and when I hit the studio
I make the mic bleed
Can't stop until my mind's free
I can't believe they're making Meekz-type beats
It makes my
Uh, yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow?
All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes?
And you believe when they be
Chica boom, chica boom
Chica boom, boom, boom
I can turn back the hands of time, you better believe I can
I can make the seasons change, just by
Chica boom, chica boom
Chica boom, boom, boom
I can turn back the hands of time, you better believe I can
I can make the seasons change, just by
see, I can make a ship sail on dry land.
Ain't happy am I with all the powers that I possess,
Girl, you're the key to my happiness,
And I can't get
raining on the love parade
If the land of make believe
Is inside your heart it will never leave
There's a golden gate where the fairies all wait
Classic shit, nigga, look
I'm gettin' high, hope it land me close to God
Yeah, yeah, I park my bucket next to whips that I'm supposed to drive
Shit,
they expect from us, police stand by
Don't believe the lie that they're the ones protectin us
Projects, to see how poverty's affectin us
afraid,
by destroying what the gods had made?
Did you think you would be saved?
I believe that we'll conceive
to make in hell for us a heaven.
tough wooden ship docked on my land, I knew it was on.
We journeyed to my space as day turned to night. It wasn't long before we started to make sweet
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