Every Traitor Is Equal
Told her I'd be right back so a nigga just left the car on
Grabbed my strap case a nigga just wanna start sumn'
To think like that it's a shame
But listen get me
A nigga got to make history
Before I become just that
At times I love from a distance
I'm distant require maps
Aware I'm gifted
My position is speak and acquire stacks
You a weakling I was peepin'
You sneaking behind the back
You get the treatment
Every traitor is equal
Now here's a smack
And I still feel the pain (uh)
been descending for 30 minutes
Pilot please let this plane down
My mind is running I'm not too far behind
I take my time so I can see the signs
I know it's all aligned
Unless you saying that time I had lost that 50
Still fucked that bitch in Balenci
It was all a coinci
Or how it hit me like way before I was 15
Was meant to push up in Bentley's
And beemer e30 shifty's
Uh
I'm an angel sent to earth as a slap on the wrist
They clipped my wings but every verse bring 'em back
Just a bit
Til I take off
Like I put wax in the spliff
Ain't passing for shit
Your best is just my average kid
Even then I'm being generous
Ask them boys where them niggas went
When shit got gusty I don't be trusting
I know they'd leave me for dead
Ask em for nothing
Shake my head
Take your assumptions as something
I keep on running
Grabbed my strap case a nigga just wanna start sumn'
To think like that it's a shame
But listen get me
A nigga got to make history
Before I become just that
At times I love from a distance
I'm distant require maps
Aware I'm gifted
My position is speak and acquire stacks
You a weakling I was peepin'
You sneaking behind the back
You get the treatment
Every traitor is equal
Now here's a smack
And I still feel the pain (uh)
been descending for 30 minutes
Pilot please let this plane down
My mind is running I'm not too far behind
I take my time so I can see the signs
I know it's all aligned
Unless you saying that time I had lost that 50
Still fucked that bitch in Balenci
It was all a coinci
Or how it hit me like way before I was 15
Was meant to push up in Bentley's
And beemer e30 shifty's
Uh
I'm an angel sent to earth as a slap on the wrist
They clipped my wings but every verse bring 'em back
Just a bit
Til I take off
Like I put wax in the spliff
Ain't passing for shit
Your best is just my average kid
Even then I'm being generous
Ask them boys where them niggas went
When shit got gusty I don't be trusting
I know they'd leave me for dead
Ask em for nothing
Shake my head
Take your assumptions as something
I keep on running
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Writer(s): Stokely Carmichael
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