Live At Blossom

Na na na na na

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And all my ****** say

Na na na na na

Na na na na na uuu uuu

And I'm live from the streets '73

Caprice with the alligator seats

Alpine beats beat the block up all night

Wood grain a good thing, we riding all types

Chevy's alright, blue pin stripe

All American me, patriotic when

I ride Bulletproof outside for you monks that starve

I got something for death wishers wis*ing that

I Ease up for a minute

Man I'm pus*ing city limits, no recruising,

I didn't did it

Spend straight to the top

Made a couple benz

Now it's time to hit the block and bring my ****** out to shop

All new fabrics,

Jordan's automatic

Couple gold chains, couple 4-4matics

Keeps a nigger one static

We lie about milk city

G's, we are savage

Came from the bas***nts and the attics

Jump shot the serve rock

Beat the average line state of a young black male

The trap's so small but we trap so well

Spend it all at once and make it back so well

The circle of this how they say heaven's beyond these gates

I swear I see heaven every time

I enter the place

It's the faith

I have in change

But it always stays the same as

I ride around in vane

And they say

Na na na na na

Na na na na na uuu uuu

And we smoking on that

Na na na na na

Na na na na na (got me feeling like) uuu (that feeling's like) uuu

I got my dog shades on

Blocking out these trobe lights

Eyes blood shot,

I've been sippin' all night

On my 7 jay paper's all white

I'm so distant from the star type

The ones them self of music

Insanity is drilling me so the drugs

I use it To flow away from this bulls*it, abuse it

Tryna escape the bull pit, that same old blueprint

But ten friends fake women the whole niners groolish

Nigh**ares in night is

Slight glance from

Chevy chairs

Heavy is making hard to breathe

The money's so fast so it makes your heart believe

Temptation in the entertainment, all for the love of being famous

The cool ones end up being the lamest

So rappers

I spoke to became the strangers

And nameless, brainless, faceless, forgotten

Were sitting at the top now they falling to the bottom

Now they crawl around me, watching my every move cause

I'm the next king

Gracious and militant,

Martin Luther's dream

Peeked the whole scene through the lends of

Malcolm Little

Ready for the revolution, same riffle, same window

Man, what'd

I get myself into?

What'd I get myself into? [x2]

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Na na na na na uuu uuu

Na na na na na

Na na na na na uuu uuu