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craw the sage - werk lyrics

[produced by taylor king]

[intro: matthew mcconaughey; wolf of wall street]

[verse 1: craw the sage]

two 45’s on my chest plate
i been putting work out
maneuvering all this weight
you need food for the soul
auntie ha gotta plate
you fuck with a sleeping giant
apologize for the wake
the revolution won’t be televised
my niggas hella high i see through all the lies
march right up to the white man’s gates
and say is my black skin welcome in your estate
they they claiming we going ape
letting off 8
pretending everything straight
i’m out here tryna keep the faith
i see through all the wrongs
so my fist raised to the right
america how can i call you home and niggas wasn’t welcome in the new rome
brought a boat load of us over officers gunning down our soldiers
wait tip we sick them dobermans on em
i’m giving you straight work like i was straight off the corner
they wanna own the whole globe
the world bank wanna own us
and the kkk wanna recieve they bonus
we just need a common opponent
and when the ground shakes and god’s wrath is upon us
just forgive me of my mistakes the truths is the power and it sting like a hornet
this is not for the likes, please leave a comment
are you not entertained
i’m maximus with a sword that’s how my sk!ll is so polished
this for the joy of the game and the top is the aim
and i can’t be tamed!

[bridge/hook]
fuck it it’s america
love it in america
hate it in america
i’m fucking miss america

hate it in america
love it in america
covet in america
i’m fucking miss america
fucking miss america

i’m fucking miss america
(laughs)

[verse 2]
i had to work harder
think smarter and grind harder
cuz i’m tryna compete with the likes of mr. sean carter like it was the fourth quarter and i’ve been down a lot 7 seconds on the clock i’m the one to take the shot
so get ready i’m dropping bombs my nigga like its confetti
make a pussy nigga go grab his teddy
i stay right there on roosevelt no theodore
and i been spitting fire like my boss said see the door
ain’t dat bout a b-tch coach had me on dat bench but i ain’t even see the floor there’s no ceilings in this b-tch! aye
feel like satchel page
i’m tryna increase my networth
and look at some dope artwork
so my mom ain’t never gotta work
i’m giving you this new shit
giving y’all this work
i’m leading the league in -ssists
dishing out these dope bars making cliff paul pissed
they be like yo dope loud its foul
i call it bustin’ out yo speaker
jeepers please my ninja don’t creep up
i’m giving you straight body shots i’m fucking yo obliques up
b-tch

[hook]

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