brothers and stay out the suburbs These motherfuckers think we dumb and blind, but there come a time in life when I gotta fight for what is mine So
our brothers and stay out the suburbs These motherfuckers think we dumb and blind, but there come a time in life when I gotta fight for what is mine
get paid Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid Gimme yours and get laid, give up the goods and get
Life to live- start livin it up- pull a branch from your sack lets roll one up- well i Understand if your runnin low- but if your holdin out see you gotta
til the well runs dry E-swift never run out of beats, no need to answer why (that's right) and that means we're infinite And when you're infinite -- you
(shit) rhymes start to get play But I'm here to say real rhymes to pay I'm the type of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary And through the
your wealth, Or get cash for yourself I think I'll go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean As bad as the shit might seem, I got a get
We gotta hustle y'all We gotta hustle Lookin' to advance in this world that's monopolized so I utilize Careful not to jeopardize on my chances Some niggas
my eyes and you'll see what I see HATE Verse 2 Kick off da top lock and run in dat Get to the point Don't let him get the upper hand he's
swill have to pay Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get manslaughtered the right way We're not dealing with feelings, I spare the children Weak niggaz get
attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder
singin' to cops need to box it Stop it, the projects over flooded with slow leaks The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets I gotta get mine, like
our brothers and stay out the suburbs These motherfuckers think we dumb and blind, but there come a time in life when I gotta fight for what is mine So
sendin' you through dimensions who didn't know Hidden in you, within you, when you get in the begin into it Sentiments internets, couldn't send you yet signals you get
singin to cops need to box it Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks the fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets I gotta get mine, like
what ya want it Ghetto futuristic come get up on it There's a bianc up in my sector can I bone it Cause all we wanna do is Get drunk, get blowed, spit
Call it what ya want it Ghetto futuristic come get up on it There's a black up in my sector can I jump on it Cause all we wanna do is Get drunk, get blowed
s not fair Who I talk to? "Go he there, Nasir" YEA, POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!! I WILL FOREVER BE THE ILLEST LYRICALLY!!! POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!! POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!! POET LAUREATE INFINITY