You don't know who you fucking with Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist And I ain't even started, the water ain't even bubbling The type of talk that'll probably get me in trouble with the law Or make the government come after me in public Won't hear this on the radio, this here ain't for publishing This ain’t that bubble gum shit, no, this ain’t that double mint Consider this a risk, I swear I see 'em building pyramids brick by brick They'll aim at anyone bold enough to go against this shit You don't believe me? Look what happened to the Dixie Chicks It's like nobody else complains Till you tryna be more than a nigga with a chain Cube already told you, they corrupted everything And we these out here just tryna function, tryna maintain
A hundred miles an hour running when I hit the ground Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud I pray in heaven ain’t no fuck niggas ain’t allowed A hundred miles an hour running when I hit the ground Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route
And of course it's unfortunate that niggas out here robbing for Jordans Can we not afford them but got enough to get a Glock 40 Is our views on reality kinda distorted But still, even though I understand the story I still fall weak for a booty that's proportionate On the sexy short bitch, so what's the score? Chilling with some red dogs, drinking white man's poison Ah, now that's a forfeit Selling what's for free, that's extortion But still I'm wondering what family was present when history was recorded
A hundred miles an hour running when I hit the ground Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud I pray in heaven ain’t no fuck niggas ain’t allowed A hundred miles an hour running when I hit the ground Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route
You think you really know what's going on? They passing laws where they can run up in your own home Cameras on your laptop, TV and your iPhone The battery don't come out, that means it's always on Smile and say cheese, yeah niggas got you I told you fuckers three years ago 'bout the watchers If you won't take the microchip then you can't make no dollars This ain't no lovely day for a neighbour, ain't no Mr Rodgers Don't let these fuckers rob us for our freedom and your rights And you be like: "it's on the news so it must be right" Who's pulling the strings? Who's rolling the dice? Who's calling the shots and who's starting the fight? Think twice...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
