should be thankful And your carelessness, it is something awful And no, I can't just let you go And though your father's name is known Your decisions now are yours
road as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let
sound* Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off and slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your
it and heaven sent it So high if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train Its dope,
For the flag we now hold high Was a black man The ground were we stand With the flag held in our hand Was first the redman's Guide of a ship On the
you drink with a nigga, do you smoke weed Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees Gettin lifted, I quit but shit, I might get high
, sang like Aooooooooh, You don't want, I have you niggas, bleeding laying down hurtin' on the corner like Ahhhhhhhhh-oooooooahhhhhoooo! Close your mouth before your
pain, lifting my name, predicting I?ll see fame Change that bond that?s never broken You my heart for life, put ice on the surface of your soul glowing
construct we'll blow your dreams up in flames names all evaporated when my powers activated have to make it fun Think that you dunk me or dip me lift
your goggles Layin' like needles in the hospital Five steps to conquer, AX Vernon debt, big ass whistle Ziploc your ear, here thistle To my real bitches take your
help lift your cross As long as you help with mine The process of healin? will take some time To see the pain in your face is the same as mine It?s
time it is You doubt the Illa-Fifth, what could you accomplish? Whether they skywriting your name, or you anonymous You be speechless, with stinging sinuses The Roots royal highnesses through your
on that fly sh-t Yeah that trap or die sh-t thrown on the block don't let it get too hot And moving that "get you high sh-t" Me I'm in that cockpit On
enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs There's not a nigga in your gang want it My AK slay gays and spray strays with niggas names on it Often not
, wit a new new poundin it Last call, aint no such Thang we drankin one in my clutch Keep the party goin, im gettin your (cant tell) Everybody we be comin to lift your
you tryin'to diss on a motherfucker like me iA'll kill you motherfuckers Its a motherfuckin' shame how the motherfucker came and grabbed my motherfuckin' name
you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes It was the pressure from the twenty gage(the twenty gage) Felt like it could split your chest whide
I got your back I go against the world for my squad I got your back I got your back I got your back I got your back I got your back