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creative mike the rapper - poppin' lyrics
people poppin, pistols poppin
things droppin
everybody, everybody f_ckin wit me
n_ggas that’s gone ride here with me
everybody everybody
dream chasing
hallelujah, it’s amazing
bout my paper, like y’all praying
f_ck yo favors
i went to war on a jet
28 bullets i hope you meet death
i prayed to allah, i prayed to jesus
it ain’t have no reviving effect
now none of my n_ggas can’t breathe
i said that sh_t all on the beat
now watch me houdini the trap
from the hood put the bean in a pack, trap
did it wit guns, did it wit love, i k!lled thеm with hate
yeah a n_gga still raising my daughter
i don’t know how much morе i can take
pace, breathe, fame
i got that drip and i’m blessed
really to cool to be stressed
i guess it was all for a check
people poppin, pistols poppin
things droppin
dream droppin
baby daddy, he so saucy
n_ggas locking
crackers c_cking
b_tches hating get up off me
just trying to avoid these coffins
my ego making me saucy
confidently make it costly
yeah
yeah
now f_ck you talking bout love yo neighbor
potus told me guatemalans thugs and rapers
did black jesus teach you to love yo nation
based on borders that them crackers drew up on some papers?
like y’all humans and y’all better than god
y’all probably murdered my sons
them lies get better with time
y’all probably paid for some slaves
tutsi and nipsey got paid
y’all k!lling everybody
god, i’m going back in my grave
people poppin, pistols poppin
things dropping
everybody, everybody f_ckin wit me
n_gga that’s gone ride here with me
everybody everybody
dream paper
hallelujah, it’s amazing
f_ckin wit a n_gga that’s gone save the nation
had my daddy locked in prison it’s a sp_ce station
a sp_ce station
i use to dream that n_gga was a aviator
year for real
i use to pray to jesus hoping he could save him
issa fib
now i want my f_cking paper f_ck yo forty acres
yeah
yeah m_th_f_cka we god, we god
create the vision that i want for my child
so watch out, we got rights
we got clout, we got guns
we got speech, we got love
we got spirits above
got degrees, presidents
why the f_ck we not free?
we been voting so long
why the f_ck we not free?
mich_lle obama why the f_ck are we not free?
harriet tubman why the f_ck are we not free?
crispus attucks why the f_ck are we not free?
mae c jemison why the f_ck are we not free?
barack obama why the f_ck are we not free?
mlk like how the f_ck y’all k!ll the king?
people poppin, pistols poppin
things dropping
everybody, everybody f_ckin wit me
n_gga that’s gone ride here with me
everybody everybody
dream chasing
hallelujah, it’s amazing
bout my paper like y’all praying
f_ck yo favors
i went to war on a jet
28 bullets i hope you death
pray to allah, pray to jesus
it ain’t have no reviving effect
28 bullets and crept
28 bullets and crept
i guess it was all for a check
i guess i was praying to death
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