ja'king the divine minstrel show şarkı sözleri

America love the tales of who spit who's gat Who bitch you slapped & what crew you rep Did he really drill? Did he kill somebodies son? The mother ill, sister lil, swallowing dick for pills and fentanyl Whites go to college just to buy up big business While my njggas sell trauma and die in the fucking trenches Or you be like me, waste ya life with artistry and plan b International seats like my voice but the message least Starving artist, gentrified city I don't expect to leave Knee on ours necks, they treat me as the threat there's no respect for needs But im lame cause I don't kill niggas for building blocks? You waste time? judge give you life, f*ck if you real or not Listen to the shit I'm saying, Don't understand, you splurging on a brand giving bucks to the man Economically can't withstand it'll f*ck up ya plans The psychology of a nigga gotchu stuck in this land Making him richer, proving a point to some other niggas Who Don't value the dollar, forgot the prize of the bigger picture Welcome to the minstrel show more nostalgic then ya missle toe This shit is different tho, damn
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