Jury (Clean Version) feat. Kim Stephens

歌詞

(feat. Jim Stephens) Verse 1: Yo, we came long ways but we got on Yo, holdin' my son's arm Make it through the industry calm Lord His name Rakim Allah Wid a wavy threw on shallah Braveheart nigga from start yo We all scientific instruments I got put on math Going through ill consequences Running from jakes, running in gates Check out the main face We gotta gas and erase Me not the ambitious one I rather be there throw a word or two in We here, I know we worth money yo Just relax start analyzing 'Fore you start adding your sales tax Took that tool in ooh 'bout to get large Fuck that fucking wit C rules Y'all fools, by then 2 rhymes is wrote Trying to master my flow Gettin' diamonds on the low Splash me a boat Hook: Kim Stephens What I'm gonna be Is something more than anyone could think of me Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny I've got one chance to live my life And as long as I'm alive I will make it Verse 2: Hard work a nigga was sold yo Just trying to take control rock me a Roll Glock be the goal take my time and build Into the 36 got real people wanna see us The word Steeles, your work reflects your life Your earth respects you twice Commodity advice chill wid the ice That's when I caught on Sell these niggas the illusion And plus live it out on spite Yo the block is draining and scary A nigga might die out here Or be in some jail law library Unlawful entry a century Fuck I wanna live in jail? I'm already in ghetto penitentiary Talent made me be involuntary to y'all now I just add on and teach one of y'all Don't get exiled caught up in the mix And loose sight focus burst And you're forced to go wild yo, Hook Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah aiyyo Verse 3: Aiyyo, Prosperity endangered so many of us All the bullshit has got away with murder That's why we can see who's real and who's fake And who bit off the last nigga tape stole his state Wake up we running outta plans The devil inside of him Tricknology is in one hand Future's so far to see The present's how will it be The past don't even ask just believe Looking in the dictionary Trying to spell out hard words Define 'em and design 'em I shine and curve Take this jewel in and conquer me I blend it in wit ganja Not for the babies it's a mind sponsor From the 17 million God raised 2 million lost slaved 19 million may we all praise So when we wake up Let's straighten up and get it together For real and keep all getting paper Hook Do what you want I'm still gon' live my life