Wandering

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Im in cruise control ducced off
Decepticon upper echelon that lil hate you throwing i brush off
That lil bit of slin you showing looking right fucc n fight until we doze off
Never soent the day with no bitch had to her hold up i might hold off
I woke this morning like winter jus came
But woke up on tuesday and see the sunshine on my hyndai
I held it down when shit get ugly niggas like me dont have no other options
Bitches like me hustle and still eat im dripping when i speak
Call it whatever you wanna call it.
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Hello
Im driving the boat lr whatver the fine bitches call it
Remote
I press all the buttons but every channel i land on talks about the land we own
Not the land we land on
Telescope i had my eyes open and got more hands on
Underground
Dig my own grave cuz i became a slave in this foreign land
Wondering if im jus another nigga in America or and african american
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Carry on
Spent this morning in robe radio minister farrakan
Lot of foots million man march same hoodie different marathon
I see all types of money roads im steppin on
Tip toeing in my jordans adidas what i call him
But want me stripes like knocc of ones
It aint a real hood party if shit aint popping off
They say you aint no real street nigga if you aint never took a nigga head off
How you a real man if you dropping bands at the strip mall but your mama got to work to a job
More air forces than savings
More hoes and no patience
More paperwork but nobody want to say it
No room to work that loccdown defense had that nigga false aiming
Thats an air ball
Global tell link and air talk
Trey ricch still getting shit off
Said T4L still getting that shit off

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Kay9neDaDon
Member since May 1 2020

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