
Sovereignty YUNGMORPHEUS & ewonee
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Yeah, nigga
Yeah
Took a step back to think about how life changes
My niggas wanna make racks with some tight arrangements
Barely held that nine to five, I was fighting racists
We was probably dissing you, just peep the connotation
They smoking fake runts
Been on the low for eight months
My crib the shake [?]
I ain't fucking with no late funds
I let the cake come
Real gangsters never say nothing
You ain't the plug
They only sent you on a little ye run (nigga)
Fiend for dollars
Save my bread, I don't wear designer
Put a hit on [Angus Smith ???] sitting in a reclinеr
I'm in the loft sippin tea, conversing with your mama
Shе told me that she knows some ways I could increase my commas
My skills polished, jugged some crackers back in college
But stay solid, slavery never been abolished
Can't give them the whole thing, just a table of contents
They say that killing crackers wrong but it's still in my conscience
I miss the city, old homies were splitting phillys
We in the jit
Tanya Stephens is just a pity
Still puffing sticky
I ain't peeped your record, it's kitschy
You moving simply, you wanna get it, make it risky
Twisting ether, fuck all of my racist teachers
I made believers, praise the black god features
The base regions
I'm breaking out the main sequence
These strange demons
Bullshit came I played defense
You wouldn't believe shit
I'm on the yacht but never seasick
Fuck the legions
Broke it all, pick up the pieces
My nigga
Yeah
Took a step back to think about how life changes
My niggas wanna make racks with some tight arrangements
Barely held that nine to five, I was fighting racists
We was probably dissing you, just peep the connotation
They smoking fake runts
Been on the low for eight months
My crib the shake [?]
I ain't fucking with no late funds
I let the cake come
Real gangsters never say nothing
You ain't the plug
They only sent you on a little ye run (nigga)
Fiend for dollars
Save my bread, I don't wear designer
Put a hit on [Angus Smith ???] sitting in a reclinеr
I'm in the loft sippin tea, conversing with your mama
Shе told me that she knows some ways I could increase my commas
My skills polished, jugged some crackers back in college
But stay solid, slavery never been abolished
Can't give them the whole thing, just a table of contents
They say that killing crackers wrong but it's still in my conscience
I miss the city, old homies were splitting phillys
We in the jit
Tanya Stephens is just a pity
Still puffing sticky
I ain't peeped your record, it's kitschy
You moving simply, you wanna get it, make it risky
Twisting ether, fuck all of my racist teachers
I made believers, praise the black god features
The base regions
I'm breaking out the main sequence
These strange demons
Bullshit came I played defense
You wouldn't believe shit
I'm on the yacht but never seasick
Fuck the legions
Broke it all, pick up the pieces
My nigga
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