Bon Sous

Bon Sous I'll be honest I'm gone I'm in the latin quarter With some bad intentions And next I'm thinking about Prague I don't joke around I'm going global now Got some travel miles in my log And I'ma come for yours What the f*ck you thought? Those were battle cries in my songs How it feel to be 22? I hustle hard like my rent is due I'm a grown man so adulterated Mr. Universal, Y'all all could hate him Roll through life like I'm on some skates And I'm hard to break cause I'm hockey chill Though I'm on a pace to take Over states The hate against me is Obama real Because of race our president saw Unprecedented and hostile feels That's why departments is like The watchmen Roll through the hood like a cotton field They pick on us, pick us out Pick us up, now the prints are down News is on and his pictures out Opportunities hindered now Reputation gonna bring him down World labelled him "criminal" Got booked again that old ring around Witness pointing that finger out like "This the one think I seen this one Think he sold my son weed or sum" "Sorry Ms. Johnson," says the Sergeant "We'll make sure he never sees the sun" Bon Sous I'll be honest I'm gone I'm in the latin quarter With some bad intentions And next I'm thinking about Prague I don't joke around I'm going global now Got some travel miles in my log And I'ma come for yours What the f*ck you thought? Those were battle cries in my songs Cause I'm armed, and dangerous This that "cool kid shit" you can't hand with us Forbidden fruit never dangled low I shoot it down with my angle bow Homie called me bout a day ago Said "This one is a banger bro" My girl approve she so Anglo Like a junkie honey, I had to blow It was destined and pressed in My mind in the second I wrote that first verse In the class at the desk then Teacher said "Save them dreams Just pay attention Unless it pay your rent Get you dental or pension" Think they trying to just Mold ya focus It's all illusions No hocus pocus Unless they profit those goals are hopeless So money making's the only motive It's all machinery, locomotives Mins and maxes and rows of quotas Even you and I are just a number Know no faces like Costra Nostra Trying to control us You think you free then you probably coping If you woke to this, then your eyes are open Need to fly? I supply any vibe you toking Bon Sous I'll be honest I'm gone I'm in the latin quarter With some bad intentions And next I'm thinking about Prague I don't joke around I'm going global now Got some travel miles in my log And I'ma come for yours What the f*ck you thought? Those were battle cries in my songs