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[Verse 1]
I was nodding my head to your style ‘fore you took your first breaths
You still taking your very first steps with this rap shit
I’m past that
I’m out in traffic, exchange the paper for the plastic
We needed some glam rap for the bodies I’ma lay down
I be with playwrights, nah we don’t play ’round
Where we hear action, improv niggas all up in my faction
And we don’t know no fiction, only facts
Whole numbers, we ain’t doing fractions
You niggas capping
What you pillage? You know Cappadonna?
Claim pimp, You jump ship if a mac was on ya
Talking loud we can’t smell no pack on you, I do not believe it
Chest out, but you dry heaving
And you couldn’t even try leaving
Bite marks on your neck
Sucking dick for respect
You would flip for a check
I ain’t never fucked with Jesse white
Politicians is politicians
My nigga, miss me with the politicking

[Chorus]
Scoop up a nigga ‘fore he learn the ropes
Take from that nigga when he look away
Working real hard, he gon’ earn his broke
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way
Take from that nigga when he look away
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way

[Verse 2]
Flipping shit like spatulas
I’m talking six months in ‘fore I knew I was fucking with Dracula
Immediately withdrawn
I watched them niggas you pissed on
Two weeks prior was kissing they ass
Couldn’t even tolerate you twisting the grass
Hit it and dash
Like, if it ain’t the gas, I’ma blast, my g
Stay in a cut ’til it’s a gash, my g
From out south, done seen whole lot of blood, like my ass, YG
Guard down, dodging blows Ali-esque
Tryna’ drop the waters, I’m just getting my feet wet with the business
Who knew I’d be in bed with the snakes
Taking off, and I’m already on my breaks
Ain’t seen no cake yet with chains on
They tell me that that’s just the brakes
So I copped a chainsaw
I’m on my leather face now
Like, fuck your pepper spray
I do it way too fly for featherweights
And almost Kyrie when I hesitate
Know this shit gon’ resonate
I just put my ten in a collection plate and pray about it
It really ain’t much else to say about it
I’m on my drug dealer chic
Moms got the pocket rocket
I just copped a old school to roll through the streets
Now I’m plotting on 26 acres, fuck a lease
Tryna’ raise a pack of dogs, fuck a leash
I be with my bitch, she be on her shit
And she keep me on mines
I don’t own no watch to keep me on time
Know exactly where I’m supposed to be
I know exactly who this close to me
I know my wrist is exact
Fuck a list, even when I’m doing grocery shopping
Crisco flow boy, I’m supposed to be popping
And damn near wavy as the ocean be

[Verse 1]
The label say that they want me
Tell me that they can sell me
I ain’t a product
I produce honest shit
Using wise guy talk and ebonics
Using some chronic
To get me to the level where i only settle for the rawest
The flaws what makes it flawless
What I see what’s recorded
The Gods show up in bombers
Whether brawling or warring
I’m just a bard with bars not the type that you swallow
The type I spit till I’m hollow
Ohh I’m hollow
I’m a long goner
Death seems farther
Put it in perspective bruh it’s right upon us
That’s how I always saw it
So even if it’s just a couple bucks coming out my wallet
Boy we balling
From the day we started
To the day we call it
Call it what you call it
But nah I’m not an artist
But I do broad strokes on broads that’s gorgeous
If you fuck with it bump with it till it’s boring
We’ll be touring coming back for more and more and
Coming back for more

[Hook]
I’ve seen the seas the snow
The heat the cold
Dreams untold
Sometimes swear man I seen it all
The schemes unfold with these kids
Reminisce playing ball with a stick

[Verse 2]
We the ones it ain’t honorable mention, It’s done
Ain’t not calling to question none
We pretty young to be balling and spending
Every dollar that enters my pocket gets swallowed and spent
And the rest gets balled up and sent
To the tall grass
Why can’t i make my own bread it ain’t called cash
Appalled at fuckers in awe like I’m off crack
Off bat you off track
Bark at you if you cough at
Me in some funny ass way like I ain’t saw that
Pardon?
Nah pa been all in
Y’all slim with your offerings
Your offspring are things
My offspring gods kings contenders
All things considered
All same type bullshit in this ball game
Prefer stickball, hand ball hear the wall rang
Y’all lames
Im partial to draw string bags with a spalding
Why you mad at my calling
Y’all think what y’all think
We gonna rap raw
My dog just dapped paws with a rat claw
Cat call
Shorty mad saw that it’s pat nah
That’s all focus on basketball
Get to the league
See me I just get me some tree
Sit back get me to read books see crooks
Make raps that need hooks
A&R’s re look
Fuck all that I casually cook kicks
Walked from the Bronx to the Battery took trips
Ain’t no fucking salary need to get booked quick
Y’all mad at me caput quick
Then you smile at me like look Wik
You still a child b
You can’t be proud of me
You gotta be foul b
Yeah i see your style

[Hook]
I’ve seen the seas the snow
The heat the cold
Dreams untold
Sometimes swear man I seen it all
The schemes unfold with these kids
Reminisce playing ball with a stick

[Intro]
We could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One thing I believe I could learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 1]
One day I dream of telling my momma
"You ain’t gotta work no more"
Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
Spend so much time countin’ issues, I forget to count
My blessings
Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin’ water by the scale
Tryna’ get a mill’ on the other side
They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
So we think we live in hell
It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
But

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free
If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
One day, I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, truly
And love could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed
If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Verse 2]
I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
I don’t want a vigil by candle light
I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
Momma cryin’ at an open casket
Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
All dressed up for Sunday masses
Pastor said put faith in God
But faith alone can’t make things right
Who the fuck is you to patronize
Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
Why they flood Baton Rouge?
Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
What the fuck I got to lose?
So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
You fools, saying "all lives matter"
But it’s black lives you refuse include
Blocked from the polls
Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
And cops keep blowing and blowing
Keep black people locked into cotton
They don’t want you to own, but

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
Who am I in my place
To contemplate suicide?
In those times I try to remember

[Hook]
That we could be free, truly
If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
But I believe I’d learn
To see my enemy as my brother
Then we could be free, you and me
And we could wash away our sorrows
I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
We’ll make them better today not tomorrow

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign and Vic Mensa]
Love (love)
Love (love)
To love my enemy as my brother
(yeah yeah yeah)
Make my enemy my brother
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Enemy my brother

[Verse 1]
Karma police
Arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, he’s like a detuned radio
Karma police
Arrest this girl, her Hitler hairdo
Is making me feel ill and we have crashed her party

[Chorus]
This is what you’ll get
This is what you’ll get
This is what you’ll get
When you mess with us

[Verse 2]
Karma police
I’ve given all I can, it’s not enough
I’ve given all I can, but we’re still on the payroll

[Chorus]
This is what you’ll get
This is what you’ll get
This is what you’ll get
When you mess with us

[Outro]
For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself
For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself

[Intro]
Huh?

[Chorus]
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap

[Verse]
We can get into it boy, what you waitin’ for?
I got 4s to pull, Os to smoke
Bitch it’s Lil Purpp, I might fuck your hoe
Diamond chain, diamonds on my teeth, diamonds on my ring
For the gang, bitch it’s Gucci Gang, and we blowin’ brains
You can’t see my eyes I got designer frames
Pulled up in a foreign skirtin’ everything
Off the lean like a kickstand, can’t feel anything
Got a full clip I’m bustin’ everything
And I keep a choppa bitch I make it say
Pulled up to the club I’m throwin’ everything
Pulled up on your brother then I hit a stain
I need his weed, I need his Xans, I need his everything

[Chorus]
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap