Bless
Scholars for the dollar
Poppin collars young Rottweilers
Mp3 files stock piled breed mass destruction
Hit the streets on repeat
Mass production
Anal probe ya woe
Alien abduction
We love clutching skulls
And fuckin hoes in holes
My goal to take control from north to south pole
They take kindness for weakness
So a bratha stay on go
Never stay on low
My Zaza louder than the rah rah
While I praise Jah
On 87 octane
Sitting on wood gran spitting flames
Flashing chains
This American dream thang
Just a numbers game
No pill exist for these growing growing pains
Charge it to the game
Never stay the same
Tap into my brain
And break those chains
It's to late for you to act like you fuck with me
God bless all the sons that come from me
God bless all the ones that fuck with me
God protect me from the ones that don't fuck with me
It's to late for you to act like you fuck with me
God bless all the sons that come from me
God bless all the ones that fuck with me
God protect me from the ones that don't fuck with me
This a come up that my grand kids can get funds from
Hate not in my data
Key trait of a omega
Vendetta with my self
I know I can do better
Seeking out the source
Desires morph into Porsche
Point out the queen I'll drink her nectar
Authentic Kemet in my sector
Niggas intimidated they women infatuated
Student of life but a bratha graduated
Now I'm getting right.
Living nights elevated
Ponder my creation
And my place in the mongrel nation
Sick of showing love I don't see back
I had to lane switch
Its been hard to respect you ever since that lame shit
Niggas acting righteous
But they hearts are tainted
So I roll by myself and I smoke by myself
When its time to go I'm going to go by myself
But before I go, I'm gone touch a lot of wealth
It's to late for you to act like you fuck with me
God bless all the sons that come from me
God bless all the ones that fuck with me
God protect me from the ones that don't fuck with me
It's to late for you to act like you fuck with me
God bless all the sons that come from me
God bless all the ones that fuck with me
God protect me from the ones that don't fuck with me
Poppin collars young Rottweilers
Mp3 files stock piled breed mass destruction
Hit the streets on repeat
Mass production
Anal probe ya woe
Alien abduction
We love clutching skulls
And fuckin hoes in holes
My goal to take control from north to south pole
They take kindness for weakness
So a bratha stay on go
Never stay on low
My Zaza louder than the rah rah
While I praise Jah
On 87 octane
Sitting on wood gran spitting flames
Flashing chains
This American dream thang
Just a numbers game
No pill exist for these growing growing pains
Charge it to the game
Never stay the same
Tap into my brain
And break those chains
It's to late for you to act like you fuck with me
God bless all the sons that come from me
God bless all the ones that fuck with me
God protect me from the ones that don't fuck with me
It's to late for you to act like you fuck with me
God bless all the sons that come from me
God bless all the ones that fuck with me
God protect me from the ones that don't fuck with me
This a come up that my grand kids can get funds from
Hate not in my data
Key trait of a omega
Vendetta with my self
I know I can do better
Seeking out the source
Desires morph into Porsche
Point out the queen I'll drink her nectar
Authentic Kemet in my sector
Niggas intimidated they women infatuated
Student of life but a bratha graduated
Now I'm getting right.
Living nights elevated
Ponder my creation
And my place in the mongrel nation
Sick of showing love I don't see back
I had to lane switch
Its been hard to respect you ever since that lame shit
Niggas acting righteous
But they hearts are tainted
So I roll by myself and I smoke by myself
When its time to go I'm going to go by myself
But before I go, I'm gone touch a lot of wealth
It's to late for you to act like you fuck with me
God bless all the sons that come from me
God bless all the ones that fuck with me
God protect me from the ones that don't fuck with me
It's to late for you to act like you fuck with me
God bless all the sons that come from me
God bless all the ones that fuck with me
God protect me from the ones that don't fuck with me
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Writer(s): Michael Mcnair
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