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Fresh up the jump street, 21 got heat nigga that is, killer to live, lie to my people trap, doing the big, they won't never see the light of day until they do them years somethings wrong, somethings wrong with the system, why the fuck we still stucking this position I don't plan it colors grass black, hard for them to fit em when you can't get a job, got a verb to the pitchin somethings wrong, 'cause it's money rules the world jewels and the girls who earings at their pearls, so one Tyson to a young and I just want a little better 'cause every nigga walk and got a hore on their sweater now Somethings wrong when you regret things that haven't happened yet but it's a glorious day when morning comes without the feeling of that long so rise and shine, that was bout time to be alive, to stay awake with me a while, and smile, stay up, stay up, wake up. Somethings wrong. Don't let a person break you down a smile somebody's haters they don't get it in a long while listen for a trawl for the miss judge check grudge waiting on your shoulder harder pick up got my chin up nigga this what I meet of, this is what a..could've made us hold the generations looking down like they hate us 'cause we ain't let em slave had a lesson revolution power at the paper, hand taxi live free, prefer my own life over real TV I mean reality your lowest the morality funeral for your brain sells..is now a casualty damn what they want battle me. It's a war going outside no mean to save from Smile smile, .. I will drill these niggas hand, build these niggas 'cause they cost to kill these niggas wars can make you millions all you need is two planes, crash em int he buildings my brother checks go and tell why we're illing 'cause 'cause somethings wrong with this community come write just rebel tryin to fight the rebel where's the unity my young and keep that hammer 'caught in the movie flickin nowadays it only take a set you could do ..shit I know the lash and puff the hell of pop my thoughts are left eye and read like stomach is on the belly fly frontin the acky just to be rappin for a reason I was placed to a teacher but still feels like gotta keep my ass out of the streets I was ought to bust a heatin some rhyme on beats some add to profit preacher as.. will give for the gap I'm believin of what they teachin someone hundred it ain't enough and come with massive a bill simple mother fuckers we sayin I'll be rapping to real have fun, keeping the donkeys all my niggas is learning fill the walls closing in but still the world keep turning so on this ride we go, rolling kush for hope and when we pass I just really hope they re-expose, let the time I make us fly from this life for.. something's wrong we all agree I got a right to shit 'cause I know somethings wrong. |