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"Dear AmeriKKKa" they wanna silence that
Boy I been hard head use to love talking back
Nah I can't opp out I'll feel like I'm whack
And I'm still throwing up the fist the crowd gone do it back
Look I ain't here to start trouble
But if you knew Blanco you knew that nobody could me in no bubble
Or no boxes
Or no cage
Pac taught me stand with what you believe and take to the grave
So Free Sak Religious
Gone say that till the boy free
He gone do the same for me
Tryna get a house with a couple palm tree
And a back yard beach
And a couple foreign freaks that let me skeet in they sheets
Mama think that Im mannish to her "I'm 18"
I'm 18 so baby where yo aunt at
Tell her let me mess up her hair so come out that bonnet
Messing with the young boy she gone be like he ain't come back
Hitting her sober but lil baby she off that cognac woah she off that cognac
Im vicious you didn't know
Riding that beat like 64
I like em chocolate cocoa
And by the way I'm GA Pro
Hit em' with that "I know your girl"
Booty hit the floor
Homeboy popped in on her claiming she ain't know
So I'm guessing that mean that's my key to go
I ain't messing with these boys hoes no more
Wave on my wrist
Let you know I'm legit
Just had to make that clear
These rappers counterfeit
Yeah I'm bout my cheese and bacon
So don't get it mistaken
They was sleep they awaken
With all these waves I'm making
I'm bout my cheese and bacon
So don't get it mistaken
They was sleep they awaken
With all these waves I'm making
Boy I been hard head use to love talking back
Nah I can't opp out I'll feel like I'm whack
And I'm still throwing up the fist the crowd gone do it back
Look I ain't here to start trouble
But if you knew Blanco you knew that nobody could me in no bubble
Or no boxes
Or no cage
Pac taught me stand with what you believe and take to the grave
So Free Sak Religious
Gone say that till the boy free
He gone do the same for me
Tryna get a house with a couple palm tree
And a back yard beach
And a couple foreign freaks that let me skeet in they sheets
Mama think that Im mannish to her "I'm 18"
I'm 18 so baby where yo aunt at
Tell her let me mess up her hair so come out that bonnet
Messing with the young boy she gone be like he ain't come back
Hitting her sober but lil baby she off that cognac woah she off that cognac
Im vicious you didn't know
Riding that beat like 64
I like em chocolate cocoa
And by the way I'm GA Pro
Hit em' with that "I know your girl"
Booty hit the floor
Homeboy popped in on her claiming she ain't know
So I'm guessing that mean that's my key to go
I ain't messing with these boys hoes no more
Wave on my wrist
Let you know I'm legit
Just had to make that clear
These rappers counterfeit
Yeah I'm bout my cheese and bacon
So don't get it mistaken
They was sleep they awaken
With all these waves I'm making
I'm bout my cheese and bacon
So don't get it mistaken
They was sleep they awaken
With all these waves I'm making
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Writer(s): Jeffery Blakely
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