Televised

Aight ugh (Yeah)
Yo them cameras on (They watching)
Good
Cuz the world needs to see this (Right)
From Brooklyn to Beijing (Ok)
Dodga gang

Yo the revolution will be televised
These tough guys telling lies them niggas terrified
Check the resume I'm verified
No blue check doing the same old two step boy
Call me Papi Gordito
Paid in full since I was duckin the RICO
Penthouse views, still runnin the street
And I paid my dues but it's still fuck the police tho
In that black on black in black tech fleece
Tryna run up a check who gon check me
My worst day is better than your best week
Still put two in your chest chief your vest weak
All I want is more money and less beef
Bring my team to the table and tell em let's eat
Red meat and crustacean
Pink champagne, call it a celebration
Let's make a toast for making it past 20
And the lessons we done learned, making that fast money
Wish a nigga would try to take a bag from me
One wrong move and it'll be your last dummy
Tried to told em so I thought he knew
I Tried to warn him, shorty shoulda thought it through
Now he on a wall, homies pourin juice
On the gang mix the 'pagne with the forty deuce

The revolution will be televised (Ugh)
The revolution will be televised (Yeah)
The revolution will be televised (Ugh)
The revolution will be televised
These tough guys telling lies them niggas terrified

Now I feel like I'm in a straitjacket
Sittin in the back of the 'bach
While I'm stuck on the FDR, and I hate traffic
Let's go bananas, let the apes have it
Crushed grapes, steaks and crepes
I got some grade A habits
See I been down I had to grind back up
I tried peace, but I had to pick the 9 back up
See when the girls come around that's when my boys act up
But it's money over bitches tell my boys rack up
That's why I politic wit novices
And keep niggas abrupt on what the knowledge is
How to stand alone on some sovereign shit
The problem is, niggas self worth is what the dollar is
But me, I'm a killer, a pillar like an obelisk
I'm in a villa watching thriller on some proper shit
Everybody on this wave, is what I gotta get
Cuz my name not coming up, honestly tired of it
Point blank period, it should be the opposite
Bar 17, I'm charged and hella mean
3 parts tequila, OJ, splash of grenadine
Over ice, that shit is good but it's overpriced
Been married to the game for years and still throwin rice
Still throwin dice, we billin on the borner
Always keep the spot hot like wifi in the sauna
Bubble like a crockpot, weed from California
This Brooklyn New Yorker will sauté and salt ya

The revolution will be televised (Ugh)
The revolution will be televised (Yeah)
The revolution will be televised (Ugh)
The revolution will be televised
These tough guys telling lies them niggas terrified



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Writer(s): Ramon Rodriguez
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