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NineteenEighty7

Stalley, ScHoolboy Q
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Midwest nigga in the west Red corvette speeding down sunset Ski mask black tech pulling through the set Gang signs and palm trees, bomb weed and the becks Mentality complex Conscious but get vexed over gangsta instrumentals Instrumental to the rap game, yeah the aim's simple Target the lame and stay in the lane As I dip through the ghetto with metal rings and coke gets pedaled The sun gone shine tomorrow after the smoke settles My mom's blood level is high Her high riding around with the devil So she pray to Allah Hoping the demons gone let go I hustle for these c-notes tuck drugs in my peacoat Dipping from the RICO watching people through the peephole A wolf in sheep's clothes hear no evil and I speak no Word to dangerous minds, spend no time with a weak soul Spiritual and lethal, a deadly combination Pulling on a joint trying not to break my concentration They say the game's locked, I'm trying to bust the combination They want me to tell the story but I ain't for the conversation So I'm contemplating, quit this rap shit should be blatant And they all hating so I might as well stop faking Like I'm like them or I like them While I'm riding around with it, I guess I'ma pipe 'em Murder one man down, I'm the man hands down Ain't nobody like him, that's why I'm this way It's me against the world and I'm down for the play Had the banger with thirty shots, nigga at nineteen Had them cookies, add more dough, numb ya, morphine Had a dream at twenty-six, get it by all means Twenty-thirteen green Couple O's, couple K's, couple Glocks Bodies laid, couple slayed, couple yachts A lot of homicides, Chevy slide on Pirelli's Full fur diamond blurry, young Jim Kelly Million dollar phone calls on the black celly Black power trying to escape Jack Bauer and the federales Riley, Stripe, Monty, '03 going back to Cali And my dope mans, starched tan khakis and my Ray Bans Fly gangsta, dirty niggas hate him Fly chicks wanna date him cause I stay gold Rubber band bank roll, load the MAC-11, let's roll We gotta take more, they got me on my mobbing shit Ninety-nine stick up kids, niggas came to rob the shit So lay down or get hit with these metal sticks My niggas chop ten and shave bricks Trying to escape Satan and housing bricks So for freedom, I'm housing this Malcolm in the middle, Malcolm little with a ink pen A long way from Malcolm Jamal, born to live in No Theo Huxtable, I hustle for my living Never had to fit in, in this survival of the fittest A hustler told me if you riding then you get in No time to be a scary nigga today If you out in these streets you gotta be down for the play Had the banger with thirty shots, nigga at nineteen Had them cookies, add more dough, numb ya, morphine Had a dream at twenty-six, get it by all means Twenty-thirteen green Couple O's, couple K's, couple Glocks Bodies laid, couple slayed, couple yachts Couple O's, couple K's, couple Glocks Bodies laid, couple slayed, couple yachts