i wear. go fuck yourselves, cause i don't care! it's all who you know, it's all politics. i'm through with your games, i'm through with your shit!
Who says i need you to make my decisions? who says you can rule my life? who says i need you to make decisions? i won't stand idly by under your control
Painted piece of a city block, out come the nightsticks and down i drop. ticket me with outrageous fines, my self-expression is now an expensive crime
Once a bond of love and trust, now that's all but faded away. we're nothing but a shell of what we used to be, cold and bitter from this decay. what
hate this shit its got no soul sincere as cardboard and almost as exciting boring bpointless oulless its not what i thought punk as for i hate this shit
spots bring in cash in non stop My nigga Rock just came home from comstock I got shooters they aint got what i got Got shit locked, i stunt non stop I
, work out for me [J Cole - Verse 2] Carolina blue kicks, fresh on the scene Hottest nigga on the block, damn girl you mean They be starting shit, but it's your world On my Martin shit
get a little wiser And realize all that stupid shit you bought was lame Cause it dont mean shit, when you out there on your own Cause it dont mean shit
getting in and you know we gotta do it and take it to another place gotta taste it and I gotta grab it and I gotta cut all through this traffic just
how they're lookin' at me DC chillin', PG chillin' My name Wale, and I came to get it Came to get it, came to get it My name Wale Shit, this how you
but I ain't playin' around this muthafucka Yeah, I'm the best to ever do it bitch And you the best at never doin' shit If you the shit, then I'm sewer
's buyin', I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut Young Money runnin' shit
shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for. I'm still counting what Hard Core generated. Bet my shit keep
rock stuff Come put a little love it my glove bag I wanna dance with no pants on Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox So cut to the chase
I don't know what you want I can take it if you need to Take this out on someone That little bitch Tilt her head held so high Talking shit and I cut
clobberin' you Immigration always sayin' I'm harborin' a few Illegal aliens, females, mostly Latins an' Israeli-ans The top story, evenin' news I'm the shit
for action when I attack on the track And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador
that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit