Song Lyrics
people still broke they went from snortin coke to that hop
Che guevara and castro bangin in cuba, they ain t tryin to hear us then fuck it let s ride
Either shout first or you gonna get hit, we ain t forgot but baby boy that block still hot Revolutionary, we ain t forgot but baby boy that block still hot
Couldn t pay his bills so he lost his house, let me get a sip of that vodka cran
Got a name and street fame jesus christ couldn t save him, ho s get made in the 7th 8th 9th and 10th grade
From zumbi dos palmares na mata fechada, live in your facial erase you and hit that gas get gone
We ain t forgot but baby boy that block still hot, let me get a line of that na mean
We ain t forgot but baby boy that block still hot, the corporation got richer from his bleedin and sweatin
Live in your facial erase you and hit that gas get gone, so now he sits on the curb wanders round, i m wild till the ending no smile when i m spittin
the government ain t got no safety net he ran out of blessings
Let me get a line of that na mean, slide him that black or chrome, live in your facial erase you and hit that gas get gone
Let me get a sip of that vodka cran, and fuck thanksgiving cause i ride with the heartless, let me get a sip of that vodka cran
And he gonna ride until that day he gone, che guevara and castro bangin in cuba, slide him that black or chrome
Let a mutha fucka know who i am, and that s what the deal is all about
And they cuttin social security cause they don t respect him, if we can t live in peace then fuck it let s die Beat, and that s what the deal is all about
let me start a fire cause the world is cold
The government ain t got no safety net he ran out of blessings, people still broke they went from snortin coke to that hop
Why am i still in chains why am i still a slave, the corporation got richer from his bleedin and sweatin, and you ain t gotta worry about them bills that don t get paid
and fuck your congress
if we can t live in peace then fuck it let s die
I m wild till the ending no smile when i m spittin, either get rich or you gonna get pimped Flipsyde, and fuck thanksgiving cause i ride with the heartless
Sleeps on the ground walks for miles, and fuck your congress
Studyin that trickin game as if they takin a trade, we ain t forgot but baby boy that block still hot
Tryin to escape and take your brain up up and away, let a mutha fucka know who i am
And they cuttin social security cause they don t respect him, and they cuttin social security cause they don t respect him Flipsyde, from zumbi dos palmares na mata fechada
let me get a line of that na mean
Little brothers is getting smothered like potatoes and gravy, why am i poor and broke strugglin workin minimum wage Flipsyde, so now he sits on the curb wanders round
and that s what the deal is all about
Tear this shit down spittin line for line, let me get a line of that na mean
And you ain t gotta worry about them bills that don t get paid, let a mutha fucka know who i am, and fight for my goddess the hardest of artist
Land of the free and home of the brave, land of the free and home of the brave
Let me get a sip of that vodka cran, cut the barbed wire get inside and ride
live in your facial erase you and hit that gas get gone
he worked for 30 years retired now he s checkin to check it
Why am i poor and broke strugglin workin minimum wage, slide him that black or chrome Beat, little brothers is getting smothered like potatoes and gravy
why am i poor and broke strugglin workin minimum wage
From zumbi dos palmares na mata fechada, slide him that black or chrome Beat, slide him that black or chrome
To the zapatistas and latin kings that bust with that rugger, live in your facial erase you and hit that gas get gone
And he gonna ride until that day he gone, and fuck your congress
Land of the free and home of the brave, and you ain t gotta worry about them bills that don t get paid
Got a name and street fame jesus christ couldn t save him, and that s what the deal is all about Flipsyde, we ain t forgot but baby boy that block still hot
land of the g s and home of the slave
slide him that black or chrome
Land of the g s and home of the slave, to the zapatistas and latin kings that bust with that rugger Flipsyde, he worked for 30 years retired now he s checkin to check it
Let a mutha fucka know who i am, let me get a line of that na mean, the corporation got richer from his bleedin and sweatin
I m wild till the ending no smile when i m spittin, tear this shit down spittin line for line Revolutionary, the corporation got richer from his bleedin and sweatin
couldn t pay his bills so he lost his house
And you ain t gotta worry about them bills that don t get paid, why am i poor and broke strugglin workin minimum wage
Smash mode soilder we runnin out of time, live in your facial erase you and hit that gas get gone, studyin that trickin game as if they takin a trade
that s given em problems
and fight for my goddess the hardest of artist
We ain t forgot but baby boy that block still hot, once i get in it i vowed that i d finish
if we can t live in peace then fuck it let s die
