Kojey Radical, Sokari, 404, Kwame 'Kz' Kwei-Armah - 97'

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Just when you thought we were done
Get away clean, Master P in 91
If only you knew, what we done overcome
Over-stand, that this ain’t what you want
I’m bout it, bout it, like its 1997
If all young kings get beheaded
Expect royalty in heaven
Me and my Gs big bands, looking like One Direction
Start by getting the facts straight
Some learn better the hard way
Whole lotta stress in the book bag
Young boy carry the hard weight
As long as the family eat first
I’ve got a reason to say grace
Sipping the holiest agua
Wishing I wash all my sins away
Way, way, down, down, in a dark place I sunken
Rat race, money chase, I’m lost in
John Q with a hostage, might meet my prophet
That broke life too costly and it don’t fly like Ostrich
Young, dumb, so reckless
AP with a death wish
Jealousy on entrance
No, I need no guestlist
See the thriller in the mirror
Halo, matching with the leather
We gone done em' on arrival
Bad, bad no Michael
Bad, bad like I still a legend when I die
Mamma said it wasn’t easy
Win, win and repeat
Pappa said it wasn’t easy
Win, win and repeat
Win, win, win again
Just when you thought we were done
Get away clean, Master P in 91
If only you knew, what we done overcome
Over-stand, that this ain’t what you want
I’m bout it, bout it, like it’s 1997
If all young kings get beheaded
Expect royalty in heaven
Me and my Gs big bands, looking like one direction (me and my Gs)
We pull strings like triggers, bet I never missed that shot
Bet I never missed that calling, when she want me on top
She that’s G O D you gotta earn that spot
Good things don’t come cheap
All my mistakes cost
Fragrance Hugo Boss, can’t smell fear on man
You can never tell man shhh, shhh
Them man know my voice
All I smoke is noise, hope God bless my plug
Hope, God, God got my dons
H we soon link up
Bad, bad like I still a legend when I die
Mamma said it wasn’t easy
Win, win and repeat
Pappa said it wasn’t easy
Win, win and feed me
Win, win, win again
Just when you thought we were done
Get away clean Master P in 91
If only you knew, what we done overcome
Over-stand, that this ain’t what you want
I’m bout it, bout it, like its 1997
If all young kings get beheaded
Expect royalty in heaven
Me and my Gs big bands, looking like one direction (me and my G’s)