He goin' be smart and bad nigga Throwin' up a solga rag This world is kurupted The police is crooked My boy was runnin with a ??? gun His young life they took it This ??? is
I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact I got one in the front and two in the back And the bitches keep screaming "Odd Future is back" [
That's who the Lord is and He will surely Transform our bodies in future glory [Hook: x4] Our life is nothing, but Christ is all So conduct yourselves
wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy
's gon' make it hard to smile in the future [50 Cent] Yeah nigga! Ha ha Let's go nigga, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut
go'n see That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future [50 Cent] Yea nigga...ha ha Lets go nigga,dis is what it is Tupac cut his head bald,then
is your brother That's what happens when that man is from the gutter And that man is a hustler trying to survive, moving grams of that butter See, his
you want (But shit I don't know, I don't know) [Krayzie Bone] My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday They tell me the world is
session band Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand Of the Soul Singer in the session band His room is
don't go away, come here" And there's kids playing guns in the street And one's pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up, I say "Enough is
go away, come here? And there?s kids playing guns in the street And ones pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up I say ?enough is enough
, don't go away. Come here." And this kid's playing guns in the street And one's pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up, I say "Enough is
yes I keep that fo' with me Pretty much I'm down for a one night stand That caddy drivin' man with grams all up in his hands C'mon and roll with a G,
: Yo It is an honor to introduce The future of R&B His name, is Chris Brown And uh, you know what this is, (yeah) Another beat Round one I hear the
man Thoughts racing fast through my mind As I'm gazing down the aisle That my future will mend the memories Torn between father and child My emotions overload 'Cause there is no hand
on his wife, and let his cabbage burn Numerous moonshine runs in Kentucky Keep the powder up and a ten gallon in case I get lucky Old medicine man on his
The Masters are the aristocratic The Masses Ask if the Most High Is On his way here I'm trying to stay clear My mind is my modern day Spear [Jr. Gong
s broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature