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4:22 Lyrics by Daylyt

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I tell my brothers "Get Out"

They don't see through the car dash/Kardashian

Look how the they Clipper/clip a nigga, they made Lamar crash

Hope they wood/would, I'm just barking

6ix9ine Street Fighter, y'all just T. Hawk kin/talkin'

Whoa, my life rough/ruff, let me speak dog

Try an' get on my wave but I don't see/sea y'all

Sea/see, saw, have a seat like a seesaw

Niggas salty like sea salt, whoa

We ain't planned for parenthood but Planned Parenthood sell the placentas

They ain't send a cent, fillet innocents since Brenda Baby

You should bе shot wit' the vaccination

Can't hold still, whip us for ADD, them lacerations

Lostris, thosе wit' the pink skin, they wash us

Let that sink in; blackmail, black-ball

White rock killed us, crack ball

God is good, the plan still trillin' us

Three niggas wit' choppers, Klan still killin' us

I ain't forgot you was killin' those who could read

They let us read, first book was the Bible

God was the biggest lie

Skin of bronze, hair of wool, man who is this guy/God on the cross, dyin' wit' straight hair?

Man this look like the guy who work at the State Fair

Five hundred years prior it wasn't no letter J there

Allegory: ministry/men is tree

Think about it: ministries/men is trees, you get rooted to the church

Fruit picked for your misery

Do the misses read?

Timothy, this a seed

They say if a man in your presents girl you don't get to speak

You don't get to teach

Y'all should past her/pastor and peace like the princess

I told you, old bread for the queens, just let me mold you

Take out that weave, be natural, this shit is so true

Rock a beehive honey buzz 'cause it's so cute

Let's have a ball. come around king spheres, circled/sir cold

Too clean for lean, it's a dirt road

I don't fuck wit' the game, it's too deceivin'

How we expect to all get ahead when our Future leanin'?

Activist huh? No more activists, huh

No leaders, just litres of the sprite

We still gettin' hung

We hangout on corners, led to the coroners

Nobody wanna be corns, that's how they cornered us

They left corn wit' us, we got rocks and rode/wrote out about those blocks

Rolex, the trap spot, the whole house on watch

Niggas say this how they fed they kids and now they gotta see they kids from the Feds

Once poppin' the cells, now pop in a cell

Coppin' a cell, now you get more time for coppin' a sell

Celebrations, shit is wack people, come to facts people

BET ain't even owned by black people but I feel it man, we still advanced marks

Didn't we just have a million man march?

What was that for? The blacks sure, wait

How niggas still pay for the Clippers?

The owner clearly racist, havin' a field-day wit' you niggas

Cut out the Kaepernick, put in more work than niggas who black an' shit

He ain't blast this shit, told the NFL that he had to quit

He ain't gon' be a stupid star, on some Patrick shit

Pat on the back for not being Pat Ewing

Now you in the GOAT book

Told the folks "look at the problems"

I wonder what God'a do

No, this what we got'a do:

Say "fuck all schools", say "fuck all jobs", say "fuck all shows, fuck y'all cars"

Say "fuck y'all clothes, fuck y'all ways, fuck y'all goals

I don't give a fuck where the fuck y'all go"

Somebody tell me where the fuck y'all from

I gotta show 'em how the son/Sun too hot for you

Somebody tell me how the Sun too how for you?

I have come to hassle you, Hasselhoff: I hope you Baywatch him/your bae watchin'

Hitler: see they droppin' jews/jewels

No lifeguards inside this pool, niggas can't swim

Cry them, you ought'a/water got the message, Poseidon

Nordics, I ignore it

Prometheus, please

I go at you/atchu enemies, sneeze

Proud Israelite, we got the keys

Tell 'em it's fall season, they better leave

Family trees raked up, the stake's/steak's tough, hard meat/meetin's

God greetin's, the Lord eat anything except the Lord easy

GMO do us greasy/greezy, this facade

Forbidden fruits, hidden agendas

The poison drunk, hid in a gender/hidden agenda

Baby switch, chromosome split, and a gender/agenda

I'm just being gentle, nuts, genitals

Clean flow, janitor, backpackin', Jansport

Indian/in the end what did they take the land for?

Man resort, should man resort to violence?

We should be quiet and hit these niggas wit' all the silencers

21 Savage

Three people in the court, I went twenty-one on the average

Top shot, game over

I'm different dog, this ain't the same Rover

I'm being petty, dang Hova

Bars for nights, hangover

Plane/plain and simple, we at the hanger jack

Hang up my jacket, I been playin' a simp, oh

Never sit Old English, was not ready

Dark Orange had big gut feelin's like pot bellies

I carried the Uz', I rocked steady

This monster is nowhere cool, I'm not Telly

Hotel me, they holiday/holla "Day in illuminati"

You right, I'm enlightened

Roman Catholics who out fightin'

I want smoke wit' the Pope for the Pizzagate

Happy Birthday, get a piece'a cake
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