[Part I: 2007]
[Intro]
(...gotta bring it to you cowards and it's gonna be-
Cowards and it's gonna be sick and all the niggas-)
Yeah, uh, look
[Verse: JID]
You can tell a nigga like ain't never had shit
R.I.P. I miss my dogs like Mike Vick
Zombies in the midnight fall, them boys sick
I fall as a victim to a gun borrow, start over some bitches, huh
Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever is given'
The irony when a nigga starve and gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out your kitchen
If you witnessin' the click-click-click and then spill the Gritz
Fill the kick, fuck a fake, cash, kill em, who trynna take the hit?
First tape go to first base, Stеven Ace, Smith West
On thе hit talkin' shit like Skip
Or [?] and sharp shootin' off the top of the clip
And If I gotta bring to your cowards then its gonna be sick
Put on my ten thousand hours while the clock still tick
Zone six, five fingers with the "suck my dick"
Me and Eazy was slap boxing, a nigga bust my lips
Start fighting, lil brother on some tough guy shit
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "what's right?" shit
Bust to left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red, rum sipping, they ain't cut like this
Momma said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage
I ain't got a cheeseburger money, make a sandwich
Why you being bad? See your dad, get your ass whiped
Seven crackheads, black kids, and a caravan"
[Interlude]
(Uh, look, uh)
[Verse 2]
You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me
Metaphysical things seen and dreams, what you believe?
You believe, I bleed and draw blood
I'm a fucking artist, artest with a gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big dick and grief, I can give your girl [?]
She could be the [?] collapse of a kingdom
But kings gotta peep the seat work, the caesar
Remind me to keep [?], y'all shit weak
And I'm sorry that your bullshit leak, see the volume is speaks to your broke speakers?
Niggas breaking they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even dope
They ask for my coat when I walk through the door
God flow, I ain't walk on the floor
God knows, yall hoes, yall shows ain't packin' a dough
Crackin' the floor, I dont even know niggas rappin' no more
Running my city, I am my shooter
Minding my bidness, I am not you
Running my city, I am my shooter
Minding my bidness, I am not you
Running my city, I am my shooter
Minding my bidness, I am not you
Running my city, I am my shooter
Minding my bidness, how about you?
[Part II: 2001]
[Interlude]
Uh, trynna find a way to, like
Not overstep, but it's really just me i-
It's sum I gotta-
What up?
Uh, look
[Verse]
Pardon me, but a part of me lookin' for more
Givin' my heart, givin' my art, givin' my artery, what do you want more?
My [?] boy black, lookin' for joy
They snatch ya, lookin' back for pain before
But I'm tapped, I left tap water and tap dance
[?] before the lord the pattern is no void
And I'm gonna avoid the worst, to come with the voices inside of my head
I'm sick of this noise
So be a big nigga, put your finger on your trigger
At you lookin' to the mirror-mirror-mirror on the wall
And let that bitch rip at your back dont slip, and [?]
Give a fuck bout y'all
She [?], my dick tip, my black balls
[?] to your jaws
[?] crowd, giving applause
But in my spirit, I feel like a day I'll figure it out
Nigga, my nigga, look at the bigger picture
We flawed, okay, cool, you pick up the figures, nigga, you proud
We paid dues, but now you have to do what you can
You can't abuse your power
Unless you came up with a plan
And put someone on [?]
But dont get shit fucked up, I be in the front door with the .45
Don't front back, then right now, last week, last month
In the backseat, shotgun, dont got no one?
[Instrumental Sample Break]
[Verse 4]
Pardon me, but a part of me lookin' for more
Givin' my heart, givin' my art, givin' my artery, what do you want more?
My [?] boy straps, they gun employers
Party and [?], and crack coming to stores and zones
Boy, the [?] chosens, boy rooms, and [?] nothing to do, but more wars
And more videos [?] to more women to more widows
Lookin' for food without a dude with four kiddos
But fuck it, I'm sick as fuck and told the motherfuckers to recover and kick it up and [?]
And spit up on [?] like a drug
Loaded, [?] information on who the plug
Black night, black love, black life, black baby
Give her [?], give her brother a hug
And thats a [?] (That's right)
If any trouble to come we never crumb (That's right, we been up on life)
[Outro]
Got a wave to feel the enemies on the way
Give a lil energy, anything motivated
Coming 'round (That's right)
Now we stay, knock it down (That's right)
Don't be afraid, just if you feel locked out
And come feel love, feel love right now
Feel love, come feel love, feel love, right now
Right now, come feel love, feel love right now
Feel love, come feel love, come feel love, right now
Come feel the love, come feel the love
Come feel the love, come feel the love
Come feel the love, come feel the love (Show me love)
Come feel the love, you gotta hold the love, you gotta-
[Intro]
(...gotta bring it to you cowards and it's gonna be-
Cowards and it's gonna be sick and all the niggas-)
Yeah, uh, look
[Verse: JID]
You can tell a nigga like ain't never had shit
R.I.P. I miss my dogs like Mike Vick
Zombies in the midnight fall, them boys sick
I fall as a victim to a gun borrow, start over some bitches, huh
Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever is given'
The irony when a nigga starve and gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out your kitchen
If you witnessin' the click-click-click and then spill the Gritz
Fill the kick, fuck a fake, cash, kill em, who trynna take the hit?
First tape go to first base, Stеven Ace, Smith West
On thе hit talkin' shit like Skip
Or [?] and sharp shootin' off the top of the clip
And If I gotta bring to your cowards then its gonna be sick
Put on my ten thousand hours while the clock still tick
Zone six, five fingers with the "suck my dick"
Me and Eazy was slap boxing, a nigga bust my lips
Start fighting, lil brother on some tough guy shit
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "what's right?" shit
Bust to left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red, rum sipping, they ain't cut like this
Momma said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage
I ain't got a cheeseburger money, make a sandwich
Why you being bad? See your dad, get your ass whiped
Seven crackheads, black kids, and a caravan"
[Interlude]
(Uh, look, uh)
[Verse 2]
You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me
Metaphysical things seen and dreams, what you believe?
You believe, I bleed and draw blood
I'm a fucking artist, artest with a gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big dick and grief, I can give your girl [?]
She could be the [?] collapse of a kingdom
But kings gotta peep the seat work, the caesar
Remind me to keep [?], y'all shit weak
And I'm sorry that your bullshit leak, see the volume is speaks to your broke speakers?
Niggas breaking they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even dope
They ask for my coat when I walk through the door
God flow, I ain't walk on the floor
God knows, yall hoes, yall shows ain't packin' a dough
Crackin' the floor, I dont even know niggas rappin' no more
Running my city, I am my shooter
Minding my bidness, I am not you
Running my city, I am my shooter
Minding my bidness, I am not you
Running my city, I am my shooter
Minding my bidness, I am not you
Running my city, I am my shooter
Minding my bidness, how about you?
[Part II: 2001]
[Interlude]
Uh, trynna find a way to, like
Not overstep, but it's really just me i-
It's sum I gotta-
What up?
Uh, look
[Verse]
Pardon me, but a part of me lookin' for more
Givin' my heart, givin' my art, givin' my artery, what do you want more?
My [?] boy black, lookin' for joy
They snatch ya, lookin' back for pain before
But I'm tapped, I left tap water and tap dance
[?] before the lord the pattern is no void
And I'm gonna avoid the worst, to come with the voices inside of my head
I'm sick of this noise
So be a big nigga, put your finger on your trigger
At you lookin' to the mirror-mirror-mirror on the wall
And let that bitch rip at your back dont slip, and [?]
Give a fuck bout y'all
She [?], my dick tip, my black balls
[?] to your jaws
[?] crowd, giving applause
But in my spirit, I feel like a day I'll figure it out
Nigga, my nigga, look at the bigger picture
We flawed, okay, cool, you pick up the figures, nigga, you proud
We paid dues, but now you have to do what you can
You can't abuse your power
Unless you came up with a plan
And put someone on [?]
But dont get shit fucked up, I be in the front door with the .45
Don't front back, then right now, last week, last month
In the backseat, shotgun, dont got no one?
[Instrumental Sample Break]
[Verse 4]
Pardon me, but a part of me lookin' for more
Givin' my heart, givin' my art, givin' my artery, what do you want more?
My [?] boy straps, they gun employers
Party and [?], and crack coming to stores and zones
Boy, the [?] chosens, boy rooms, and [?] nothing to do, but more wars
And more videos [?] to more women to more widows
Lookin' for food without a dude with four kiddos
But fuck it, I'm sick as fuck and told the motherfuckers to recover and kick it up and [?]
And spit up on [?] like a drug
Loaded, [?] information on who the plug
Black night, black love, black life, black baby
Give her [?], give her brother a hug
And thats a [?] (That's right)
If any trouble to come we never crumb (That's right, we been up on life)
[Outro]
Got a wave to feel the enemies on the way
Give a lil energy, anything motivated
Coming 'round (That's right)
Now we stay, knock it down (That's right)
Don't be afraid, just if you feel locked out
And come feel love, feel love right now
Feel love, come feel love, feel love, right now
Right now, come feel love, feel love right now
Feel love, come feel love, come feel love, right now
Come feel the love, come feel the love
Come feel the love, come feel the love
Come feel the love, come feel the love (Show me love)
Come feel the love, you gotta hold the love, you gotta-
( JID )
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