[Intro] Black panther, black panther, what do you see? I see a dream ITAL watching over me Back nigga Yeah, hey, can we get a little break From the cocaine and the kilos Aiight nigga, we know Aiight nigga, we know Can we get a break from the strippers on the pill Aiight nigga, we know Okay nigga, we know
[Verse 1] Hey shawty, ain’t no future in no gang-bang And ain’t no manhood in no bang-bang Ain’t no honor cleanin’ interstates inside a chain-gang Know some rap niggas put that shit inside your mainframe Pills make you stupid and liquor do the same thing Raris’ too expensive and they way too hard to maintain Get yourself a Camri, nigga said a Camri? Watch that ho depreciate and then you’ll understand me It’s called being fiscally responsible Don’t let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you The TV’s not your father fool, that video’s not your momma Try your best to be a man and your worst to be a monster
[Hook] May we have some roses for the ladies A little appreciation for the gentlemen And here’s some kisses for the babies Some peace and ? for the whole wide-wide-wide world More patience to the youth, sympathy for the poor Empathy for the old, more justice for the down and pressed Treat no liar ITAL ?
[Verse 2] I know you’re sayin’, “Lupe rappin’ ‘bout the same shit” Well, that’s ‘cause ain’t shit changed, bitch And please don’t excuse my language Cause I would hate for you to misrepresent The true expression of my anguish And by this far I ain’t shocked, upset, or appalled I’m ashamed, bitch I can’t listen if you ain’t sayin’ shit And recognize all this emptiness is dangerous Ain’t buildin’ up they confidence, we teachin’ ‘em that they ain’t shit If they ain’t got the latest that they saw on someone famous Mercy of the Lord on this double-edged sword Instead of askin’ where the hoes is Maybe maybe we could ask for roses
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[Verse 3] Called the president a terrorist Corporate sponsors like, how the fuck you gon’ embarrass us? Ain’t my fault, I was just repeatin’ this Profess of a ? from America But my tone was like an Afghani kid without a home Blew that bitch up with a drone An Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stones The fuck you think they call him, I’mma leave that all alone Cause this, the focus on this new shit is that hopeless Place that I was born into systematic brokeness Put that down, ? and developed into dopeness It’s that great American rap-rap ferocious
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
