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don trip - no title lyrics

you know me, young c-ssius clay
ride to the motherf-cking axel brake
life’s a b-tch and karma too
still got more hoes than a cabaret
still gettin’ blown like a clarinet
school you n-gg-s like sallie mae
two things i never learned how to do, relax and wait
i’m the bomb, blast away
on the road to riches, travel safe
even heaven expects intruders, otherwise it wouldn’t have a gate
i’m ballin’ baby, barry sanders, jim brown, walter payton
scratch that, i been about my sac like reggie white and lawrence taylor
and what i’ve sewn is what i reap
just f-ck me, god bless my seeds
dug in deep, b-tch i got on my cleats
k!ll your dreams b-tch r.i.p
no i don’t pray, i prey on the weak
and from where i stand you look like a treat
and my poor cubs ain’t ate in weeks
i’ll taste your blood before i taste defeat
i look back at my pride
look dead in their eyes
i can see they place their faith in me
full speed ahead, no brake release
i can’t let a dollar get away from me
no shoulder to lean on, so what that means is only i can make a way for me
i’ll try suicide before i take a knee
speedy gonzales tryna’ chase the cheese
but i’m no rat, you know better
the ball team from atlanta ain’t as brave as me
all this pain weighed on my sleeve
i deserve to be compensated
i don’t know what you want from me
all i know is what’s at my table
now let’s play freeze tag with all these labels
i made my own, i don’t owe no favors
i heard your records
i’m not convinced if you were moving rocks and you was playing mancala
s.o.s, help’s awful late
there ain’t no good folks left to save us
there ain’t no rappers left to relate to
oh i understand all your frustrations
cuz i ain’t wake up in no d-mn bugatti
i woke up weighin’ up, with no plans of college
and i don’t fear illuminati
i fear that young n-gg- with a shotti
with a chip on his shoulder bout to catch a body
he won’t make the news cause he’s n-body
n-body special, pardon his complexion
he don’t need help, he don’t need savin’
according to you all he need is correction
correction, you b-tch need further inspection
thought ya’ll job was to serve and protect us
thinkin’ that shit wouldn’t ever affect us
shit just grew, became and infection
now we all sick, no one to help us
no one accepts us, no one except “us”
we all gathered outside some courtroom fighting for justice
found out it’s just “us”
don’t it sound f’d up
where is all the effort?
pray for the guy that just left court
facing 30 years for trying to feed his kids
selling white girl that’s not an escort
that’s something he never prepared for

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