No Co-Sign

Tall genius and rich notch
It's prime time
Two kings
Brooklyn Queens
New york times
Real talent
We don't need a Cosign
Especially from some weirdos
That stay doing lines
And pill popping
Yeah we got options
But they still trying to treat us
Like we in the field picking cotton
We never stopping
We independent
You just a puppet
Ya soul is rented

Tell ya master
That our masters belong to us
I'm about taking risks
Not putting mines in cuffs
In God you trust
But you put your faith in man's hand
Makes it hard to understand
Really though what's your plan
Inhumane society is what we living in
So I go hard like it's all about the Benjamin's
Tell a friend to tell a friend
The real is back again
And I still want to see the death of George Zimmerman
We ain't forget about him



Credits
Writer(s): Percy Jackson, Errol Stapleton
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