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mckinley dixon - b.b.n.e. كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: teller bank$]
f_ck alright, i’m ready
uh, made my son the product of a broken home
so i gotta make sure i’m never broke
even if a n_gga gotta bust the chrome till the chrome smoke
smoke grows
rose like roses outta asphalt
took advantage of the crack they gave us
manual labor, don’t suit me if ain’t tailored
the shaman, curse like a sailor
i ride around like the mayor
waving the sprayer
and sprayin like (dududududududududududu)
in the wild just like chris mccandless
sleep with the hammer like charging my amethyst
extort ya managеrs, keep a black candle lit
step in the officе, offed em
i’m lost, i might lose it, i lost it
im awfully awesome, i’m awesomely awful
no more amor in mi casa
sorta sorcerer soarin
foreigners syrup i poured in a bottle accordin
to all my problems tallest to smallesrt in that order
transporter go across borders forreal i ain’t just recordin
lotta these n_ggas be transformers
lotta these n_ggas got bad karma
lotta these n_ggas got bad fathers
that’s why a n_gga like me gotta rob em
why i gotta teach em why i gotta reach em_ a prophet told me i would be a
preacher_ preacher told me not to fear no demon_ but in my mirrors that’s all i’m
seein like
(chorus)
pinky rangs don’t know ya name
bullet holes don’t know ya name
that chain don’t know ya name
those pained don’t know ya name
my mama don’t know ya name
my gang don’t know ya name
and a soldiers aim
keep em focusing on
wait, who the f_ck you
ay
do this sh_t
gone do it right
throw ya hands up
block the light
from the grooviest
n_gga moving this
might catch a glimpse
what the realist like
hang lil homie
sang lil homie
if they came lil homie
what would you die for?

[verse 2: mckinley dixon]
uh, f_ck all them n_ggas that said once knew me
y’all is my fam, but i use that term loosely
uh, cause of ya’ll n_ggas i turned to the new me
block gone end up like a mom and pop shop in a movie
where the villain black
peel em back
sealing dat
keep ya heart in tact
we gone do this sh_t til the feeling back
i suppose, he rose
think jesus and n_ggas a gang
to those that opposed?
creeping and lurkin inside of they homes
praying he’d kneel
or the ground touch his toes
really my n_gga, you sleep
what do you seek
storing my sunlight
for darkness that gone come and
last the whole week
even though, future is bleak
i really, really really, can’t let n_ggas see that im weak
keepin’ it at my peak
cause, i’m not stopping till the president got accents all up in her name
pardon all her n_ggas pain
every cop that out here slaying
gone get slain
wit the quickness
crucifixion
on front of my caddy
hurt so badly
call for jesus
now i’m gone curse his daddy
like god d_mn
god d_mn
god d_mn
god d_mn
hit me
why mama tell me not hang wit homies
i got angels wit me
god d_mn
these n_ggas stealing my youth
but she and i just argued bout being a man, whats my excuse
god d_mn
might cop the necklace cause them plays been racking up
god d_mn
might cop that necklace
just cuz its the black in us
god d_mn
we tearing yo crown down
so we can have something for brown babies
when we not around
cause
pink rangs don’t
bullet holes don’t
that chain don’t
those pained don’t
my mama don’t
my gang don’t
ay
for the homies
yeah
for the homies

- mckinley dixon

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