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there's your cue

Don't hit me up next time (Don't hit me up)
Cuz most likely I will not pick up the line
We know whose friends are yours and mine
But don't

Whose World is this? Whose World is this one?
You, Me, We all gon' lift our Voices
Rise up and Shift somethin'

I know it'd hard to pay attention/Gotta

You got it, you got it 
You got it, you got it 
Eh
You got it, you got it 
Let's get it, Let's get it 
Let's go

Whose got the pen and is writing

supposed to be me not you
Still they tell me I’m not to blame
Not to blame
Not to blame
Then
Whose fault is it
Please transmit it
Someone tell me
Whose fault

Yea
Yea
Yeah
Heyyy
City to City
Momma was a rolling stone
Daddy held a cell block down
City to City
Tell me whose gonna hold your girl
Down Down Down

Land of ungratefulness, land of misrule
Whose voice is resentment, whose actions are cruel
Whose policy is to traumatize, whose enemy is hope
It's

and it's time to share
Everyone's opinion to the Chair
Each perspective more important than most
Except when it comes to telling the host

Whose the one with

men down
One lost in particular

The ship came crashing down 
Burn a hole in the atmosphere!
We've spent light years 
Searching for one whose status
Is

Jill why can't we just chill
Roll it up and smoke it like A ville 
Niggas steady trippin
Know I'm trill 
How you gone finesse the 
Kid whose real

lookin' for a misfit
Yeah, a bad bitch
One whose down to cause havoc
I'm lookin for a misfit
A real cool chick
Whose love is always so tragic

Tell me is it

Come and stay high with the rhythm I got
Take a shot and drive by with a sinister plot
I'm the one whose flow fly with the engine all hot
Fly with

Whose to say we don't matter
Whose to say
Whose to say we don't matter
Whose to say

Yeah our lives matter 
Our lives matter 
Black live matter yeah

Whose life are you gonna live
Whose grave you gonna dig
When feelings are too big
To burn off in a cig
Whose touch are you gonna miss
Whose side are

I've been gone for so long
Just tell me how you feel 
How you feel
Don't got time for these games
Tell me whose fake and whose real
Whose fake

When we come with DeNiro whose telling them Cho is amazing
Cho is amazing (woah)
Cho is ama
Cho is amazing
Like I'm counting DeNiro with Robert

of the day
I am He who calls all the stars in the sky by name
I am He whose face, whose face shines like light of day
I am He whose eyes burn, whose eyes burn

there's justice
Ain't no justice in these streets
I hope we gather around the country
Just to show them what we mean
Whose streets, whose streets, whose

Skrrrrrrr
Sj level you get me
Yeah
Whose that girl with Jamaican hips
Run man down he ain't got no clip
Fuck boy shit take him off my dick
I ain't

don't taint me with your wicked lies
I know whose I am, I know whose I am
Don't judge me, don't taint me with your wicked lies
I know whose I am, I know

high guide my step
As I walk thru the valley of the beast
And walk thru the alleys in the streets
Whose that whose that
Why pree

Whose that whose that

Don't sell the kid the gun, don't sell the kid the gun
He's not the only one whose fighting with himself
I don't want to lay another rose on a stone

whose god is the lord
Blessed are the people
Blessed are the people whose god is the lord
Bless is the nation
Blessed is the nation whose god is the lord

Anyone whose ever loved
Anyone whose ever loved
Loved
I am love, I am light
Shot by cupid and I damn near died
Cold case love tried to dim my bright

Uh? Whose egg is this?

This white round egg, egg, egg
Whose egg is it? Whose egg is it?
This white round egg, egg, egg
Seahorse, is it yours?
No no