Lyrics

G-O-D with the pen, spellbinding Got my foot on the gas, redlining Stay up in the mix of the kick like middle linemen Sitting in the pocket on beats is where you find me Was killing lunch tables when Clipse release grinding Now I'm Native Sunn to the people thats perfect timing Flow make em all fall in love I'm Frankie Lymon Paula Vivica Halle and Lela Ima need ya Blow a kiss when I see ya If I make it to red carpets But for now I got some dreams that I'm tryna lock in Inked in my skin the grind never stops Til I get this rap money or I hit the jackpot Put money in the hood build more blacktops Right next to it build a school to teach stocks The court where I shot the rock Was right by the dope spot Where shorty got turnt out Her brother got moped out If you couldn't hop the gate Or made it over late You ran the risk of shots from 38s Little ghetto kids sing me a song Little ghetto kids sing me a song The little ghetto kids singing along The little ghetto kids singing along I love yall Native Sunn across the belly My lady brown like Kelly Rowland Just know man I'm hold an Young rebel voice of the African Diaspora These devils made a sport of Killing us in cold blood Lead the revolution incite the people to mask up Feds already tap my phone, I'm like an what Labels don't fuck with the team they can't stand us We turned street music to motivational anthems Hold the game for a ransom Questions that need answers, why pharmaceuticals manufacture the cancer Why they killing us and we ain't fucked they plans up I'm stacking up my bullets, yall talking bout stacking bands up Little ghetto kids sing me a song Little ghetto kids sing me a song The little ghetto kids singing along The little ghetto kids singing along I love yall They murdered Martin They murdered Malcolm I know the outcome So when my time come Everybody bust they gun Let em know that we some new niggas we ain't gona run And everybody that know the truth know where I'm coming from I'm just kicking what the ancestors put me on I don't need a cosign, God put a nigga on Word to my nigga Tone Word to my nigga Tonz Word to my nigga Remo We do this shit for people Ima still spit the truth when they make it illegal Holding on this desert eagle Chasing after roots evil God body on my plus degree That's why these 85 niggas really dont fuck with me