Cory Mo
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah yeah
This song is for the wildlings without a crown
'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down
You know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don't make a sound (silence)
Now bring it back around
Look
Flow sick hospital every time I bust a riddle
You should feel like getting down (get down)
Move ya feet just a little, get to acting like a pistol
Started busting on the ground (get down)
You know I'm straight up out the lief, better watch how you speak
Real Gs don't chatter
From Bissonnet to Club Creek, if you loose with ya teeth
Glass jaws get shattered, ouch
But it don't matter, every hood the same
It's all a platter of disaster made
By hopeless bastards that been trapped in chains
Who grew up backwards and attached to pain
Ooh, ouch
But it's involuntary
The root of evil ain't necessarily monetary
My patnas tell me I'm blessed to carry the commentary
Forward to the masses that never walk past the monastery, ooh
Holy flow, but you know me though
Always weary of the coons and the okie doke
Shout out to modern luxury for editorials
That show that we smashing the fashion, the bars, and the choreo, ooh
This song is for the wildlings without a crown (get down)
'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down
You know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don't make a sound (silence)
Now bring it back around
They said they had enough, we doo too much
Homie I say bring it back
I used to keep the afro puffed but now it's tucked
But really I should bring it back
We, we was there black on black, shades and gats
And homie I say bring it back
'Cause when the crackers start creeping like a thief or a demon
Like it's really hunting season, you'll be looking for the strap
I brought that back, now I bring it forward
I'm young and I'm black and I feel enormous
Like a dragon in a cave laying calm and dormant
Tobe asked me for the fire, almost burnt the forest
And from them ashes I saw greatness forming
Like a new black Wall Street, great and gorgeous
So keep your eyes open for the twelve informants
They gon' try to infiltrate but we gon' get it regardless
And if it ain't big I don't comprehend
Big and bold, baby, I don't blend
Black is God, that ain't no trend
You look for the answer, take a look at my skin
On God
This song is for the wildlings without a crown (get down)
'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down
You know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don't make a sound (silence)
Now bring it back around
Father, can You hear me?
Gun shots rang while I'm down on my knees
Couple bullets came near me
Or did I pick a bad time, maybe I should call back
Signal mighty busy
Operator operating on caller number nine
Can't stop the bleeding
Oh man, what is y'all eating?
Baby still teething
Check ain't came in, job ain't call back
So I'm back to thieving
Stimulus bounced back, can't even count that
I'ma hit a lick, one thing I achieve in
I'ma get the A+, heard about the cash register
Down the street, you and I, we can lean in
That's some unity you and I can believe in
You can hold the spray if it's foul get to squeezing
Tickle of the trigger, let the thang get to sneezing
Moment of silence, I think he stopped breathing
It ain't hard to do dirt
When you fresh out the mud
You know the devil gon' lurk
Better keep a couple slugs
It ain't hard to do dirt
When you fresh out the mud
You know the devil gon' lurk
Better keep a couple slugs
Look
We got problems, we got pain
At the end of the day, it's all the same
They say you go the farthest when you try your hardest
Not to refrain (from getting down)
This song is for the wildlings without a crown (get down)
'Cause where we from you cannot come up till you get down
You know when we see twelve we gon' get downed, so don't make a sound (silence)
Now bring it back around
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