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najee janey - cruisin lyrics

[verse 1]
can’t tell if i like people or live with myself
i can sell you a see+through view of my house
which spouse which brick, which dude you want
meat from the mouth beef, these coral reefs i’m smoking on
got dudes coming out g’s, wallets on wallets, what about now
making moves get an apartment that’s what i’m bout now
i raise my hand slam it down while you lay your heart down
don’t play with fans if you can’t take the heat when it’s hot out
ask lebron if he uh, chicken for ditching
his whole team and the benches
now since he got the taste of glory he like d+mn its delicious
but quit talking bout ball, lets get more serious like
how these cops straight in their head if they’re bi+curious
and how they gon tell us to stop if we not hearing it
i’ma crash into a cop and say the white guy was steering it
while at last quit demanding us, coward ass cop gon shoot me even when my hands is up
x’ing out these cats cuz i’m malcolm when i’m standing up
better hold your life tighter than wrangler jeans
what’s the scene nah mean?
the revolution is coming for all you b+st+rds that’s running
you got no bullets in your arms
you shooting blanks when you nutting
tell me something, i don’t wanna hear it it’s natural
don’t answer my questions if i didn’t ask you, oh you mad too?
tried to tell ya man but my bad boo
told my troops we don’t fight fair cuz we don’t have to
did columbus wash his hands and his hair in the bathroom
or soak up in the bl++dy mud dripping
from the battle well let’s ask him
hey, columbus did you fight fair? not rape women?
what material is that on your shirt white draped linen?
no that’s from skinning my natives and all of their brothers
they were tryna hide this from us, cuz they didn’t want us
[verse 2: $ean wire]
i do this for me
look, okay how can i compare
i’m just a black kid that raps and don’t pick his hair
and every time i step on the scene these people
gon stare, of course
grill you up and down from my porch
when i get famous my porsche, is gonna have so many horses
it’ll give me dimes of all sorts
most of the time i’m off course, but who gives a d+mn
here i am building a dam right in afghanistan
sh+ts real sad i wear a belt so my pants don’t sag
i don’t bang i don’t rep crips, but blood in my family do that sh+t
it’s like i’m stranded in a desert with a ciggy and a cactus
tongues too talented to be dry like a fine actress
like meagan good, i’m not repping hoods
you’re too big too bad to learn the lesson woah!
just get to stepping bro, your teams working out
my team be flexin ooh
look check, it’s hard to find the talent
and if you got it it’s hard to keep the balance
i ain’t messing with the tricks that’s too childish
came right out of this h+ll hold
got a golden soul it really sucks that you sell those
gold comes and goes buy some soles for my velcros
most cats are froze stuck with a pose and on that note
send headshots out
shut ya mouth you got a wide one
don’t test my clout i’ll knock you out, call me tyson
you riding down that wrong route don’t crash son
sun shining on morning shams, same routine, great time, made 18
still alive, still ain’t reach that dollar sign
rap pair pardon my french don’t warm in the bench
so just send me in
[bridge]
ain’t nothing change bout the money, living in these streets
gotta watch my back even when i’m sleep yall
i don’t gotta tell n0body revolutions sweet yall
we gon be free once the upper class is below
ain’t nothing change about the money, living in these streets
gotta watch my back even when i’m sleep yall
i don’t gotta tell n0body the ‘revikytuibs’ sweet yall
we gon be free once the upper class is below

- najee janey lyrics

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