Lyrics:
And make 'em fall in the grass
One move they all die
Lil' Weezy small frie
Gorilla when it's war time
Y'all better learn
When this nigga shoot it'll be
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
hardest to not dwell on it but rather, learn from it
Learn from myself by going back through a time on the line
But then, I learn from mistakes and I start
Doing this before Angelina Jolie was boney
Or Michael Jordan was paying alimony I'm over 40
Damn they should have told me these industry niggas so phony
learn
Not to be fuckin' with the nigga
Buckin' with the trigga
Nothing you could figure
Could help you escape
From this mind state
That I create
is not
And ain't nobody over me
So ain't no reason to stop
So you're the prince of all Saiyans?
Let me even the odds
Your dad knew I was a threat
So
Dreaming 'bout a big luxury car
Not outlandish, sittin comfortably far
Stay grounded, dreams not up in the stars
The only one is you, thinking you can fuck
makes me not judge as much
See, this is really us together, like
We chose to do this, this not no higher
Powers, like, I know what this nigga does
DCM, what's crackin' nigga? (Yup)
Shit is fire (Yup)
(Uhh) Yea
Niggas aint gone pay me
I gotta get paid by myself
Only time i sleep is in a bed
I
and if not that, then learn from life
Beyond all of the material crap
A human ain't a human if he doesn't make mistakes
And the name of this song is
rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is
You can never win, you're not
your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)
a mosquito, man y'all really talk a lot
Jabber jaws when my name is involved
I'm the topic that everyone revolves
No predicate, not relevant clause
You step
hungry for more
I'm from the coast
Yeah, here's a toast
Toward a step of what I want to become
Shed so much skin the old Michael is done
root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I'm a motherfucking G nigga
It's all on me now, as you can see now
I'm gon' get this money and I will not be
Me is the streets
A lot of these pussies can’t
Be found in the streets
Yeah, like I’m all over
Call me AI when I hit
The state-line and I crossover
I
car
Can't see the star
Cause of this damn war
Shut down
The party's over
Can't bring em back
With a clover
All of this fighting
Leading to rioting
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Use to leave Kung Fu down in Rock n Bloom
Hip Hop (?) not the key belong
Or less then saying unity over the bar
You want the spot when my mic is
Pass me the rock
Like I'm Dwade
I put bag right in the safe
No one is safe
When I come to play
You need to move burh
Out my way
I got the rock
I got
2:
I’m representing, overworked, underpaid, working class poor.
Over ruled by unjust laws, in courts, of countries torn, apart by wars.
Sore galore,
exploited, abused, by women and men. Skeptical of fools, whose story confuse, as usual, don’t make sense, since not true. Refused being duped. Locked in
mind because I be livin within a time
I gotta be so defined, by the rhymes I write every line so tight
And I might just fly like Michael's type when I
potent shit
I'm thinkin' oh no
We rock the good show
Hand over the mic like Billy Boddy in a fist show
(Bailouts, Wall Street, Cold Wars
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