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3:04A traitor is not your brother He hadn't learned that yet And unfortunately, brothers and sisters Some of these kinds of people We will have to execute There are people among us that we Will absolutely chop their heads Completely from their bodies for their Betrayal of black people This is real vomit, a monumental nigga Iconic east coast fly shit, pay homage As promised I display all The finest few reminders I'm feared, don't confuse my kindness Speak ebonics Used to get bricks on consignment Before rap was all that Black power refinement this economics Acknowledge through the eyes of My peers exotic wears Watch glare like a mouth of veneers My vibe's rare Dapper since the day of my birth My first verse was like water For a nigga that thirst, we got it worse Trapped on these streets in the same zone Niggas getting bodied 'cause the Beefing just came home Shots at policemen every week And it change tones Chicks on the shit, it's the mix I remain strong The drama, honor what defines my persona I'm from a genre of drug Money getters and ganja When we come to that position in time That we have to execute you And we will carry out the sentence of Death on you just like drinking Water and hang your head on a Pole in the black community What up gangsta? Keep it popular It's like opera chilling in the one lanes Gazelle with my lockman on Drug money bishop Used to cuddle blow in the swishes Auto man, cocked out of suspicion Always in the best of the best features All I need is cameras Surrounding us quick, go up the nina's Murdered up flashing, 213, me and my team Alexander McQueen, "Chef, you turned on me" Blowing more cream Wiping the enzo off in Queens My ghost is botanical, check the genes All the pea coats, peacock Kangols Yo the wave game Nemo Foul styling young Al Pacinos Huh the money get bigger, nigga Don't make a nigga pull out Sign you all, box you up little nigga Meet me at the veteran's lounge I got lamb on this wild I'm meeting my luck, my paper growling You won't sell us out You'll be buying your funeral The future of our people is Not to be compromised It would be better that you were dropped In the bottom of the sea with A millstone around your neck than to betray The legitimate aspirations of our people Yeah, high-profile life My verse is a gift from the Most High You should thank God for my rhymes I don't condone bullshit bars The fuck is you talking about? You Just wanna be around stars Knock a nigga out, make a nigga see stars I knock off your head You still wanna act hard My gun smoke like ganja Get you higher than life, yee That bull give you wings Bet ey'thang on P, he's the showboat Blast away a thing in the way of the lords Lord to your death, don't cross me I'll let you live if you Don't press charges on me And know rats must die Keep them far away from punk shit We can't buy Don't ever attach me with them I own my catalog, nigga, you getting pimped See these position hungry ports All you need is a promise that You gon' be a big nigga And you'll sell out your people on a Promise that the enemy will never fulfill Keep on your feet This is a day of separation