Lyrics

Motherfucker, I've been modified fortified feeling like I'm Mordechai
I ain't regular feel like Jordan wearing 45
Traumatize victimized seen some of my **** die
Knock you off of base with a bat wings them **** slid
Homicide, genocide, televised emphasized
Perpetuating war, tell that **** he gone pick a side
Hood ties from hood lines while **** doing dope lines
Don't run until the cops that a bitch **** exercise, uh
Don't run into the cops that's the motto
I don't see it coming to an end like Legado
**** get chipped like Cecotto
Send a wave through the hood now it's sounding like vibrato
While you eat bread with avocado
We be trying to dodge shells before it land in our tomato
Singing all my sorrows on apollo
I've been trying to pave the way, but they didn't tell me it was potholes
America ain't dreaming it been scheming
When the birth of a nation came from black **** semen
We all know it's black **** genius
Everybody loved the culture they be black by convenience
Hold on, hold on, hold on my ****
You talkin' way too much conscious shit
Nobody wanna hear that shit
****, speak about some hoes or some money or shit
****, I don't wanna hear that shit, ****
I'm not sayin' don't rap how you rap, my ****, but
Make some shit we can vibe to
Sounding like a real **** anthem
Shorty saw my wallet now she think a **** handsome, whoa
Telling me she wanting me to hammer
Trying to get saved baby I am not the answer, no
I could never trick on a bitch
Unless the bitch is my bitch
With a kiss on the lips like ahh
I am not a pimp with a limp
I'm a man with a gift and I'm doing my shit like ahh
Tell them other **** I'm the ****
I'm the man in the city in my bank account bigger
And my body count bigger that's without a doubt ****
I'm a hundred steps ahead that's a lot of mouth ****
That's a lot of clout **** what you all about ****
What's your dollar amount ****
You a boy scout ****
I'm a big dog tell the truth I don't get you all
This shit sounding corny motherfucker turn this shit off
Bro I can't rap by the way other people rap bro
Everybody talking about holes, cars, cloths, chain's
And money that sheet is cunning as fuck bro
On God, I don't wanna rap about that corny ass shit
Written by: Timofey Dorofeyev
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