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

