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Bury Me a G Vol...II {Cant Get No Break}

by Ru7hl355_Gangsta

all i can do is just smile as a problem child now im a grown man cant get a job for shit n politics claim its taxes n shit but thats bullshit headed for depression everybody plottin against me seem like they whole world out to get me but i keep a knife and guns with me just incase of confrontation i rep that black nation dont get it twisted haters on my biscuit like im fuckin em but they get nuttin left overs get rolled over kiss the caskets to all those bastards mad cuz im makin' gs smoke with t h u g s and lil homies hold ya head up dont forget ya here on earth as a set up eve ry day a brother wake up i gotta worry if im gonna get killed? by the police steel? n the shield the evidence claim a brother was in hesitant link one bad brother to every brother then they got the nerve to say it aint about color? but all i see is white imagery painted around me? fuck that shit i know im a prince waitin to be a king dawned with queen close eyes bitche picture me creatin' my pipe dreams so you hyprocrites cant deny as i rise retain power to the day i die dont cry when they bury meeee a aa g and you can hate me if ya want too violence is coming through back to hit ya where i should of killed ya but i got mercy on my souls naw im just lying my brains fryin' soo many of us dyin' black on black stop that snitchin is bad for the hood? but when the cops do it its all good? like dominos so here we go with this same scenario in the barrio cant i get some love im just reppin' what i feel o so real homies to homettes grab yo steel cuz they out to destroy n kill the black man understand destiny lays in ya hands n young mothers dont hold out on the black prince i sense alot debauchery and treachery from white supremeacy mad ccuz a brother clockin' Gs every nigga and slangin' d o p e's what about eazy? i miss em much cuz he exposed that faggot ass nigga Dre and fuck what they say just waitin for Judgement Day once again diggin' through ya soul again im moved by the djinn breakin' Hells sin cursed for worse tryna find glee but when i die niggaz bury me ahhh G
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Oct 26, 2016
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