Du du du du du uh oh
Za ba la ba de bam bam
Ah Zulu lu lu lu
Ah tan ran ran chan tan tan
Du run run du du du
Yeah
My style on this shit my pain
For nigga to exit my lane
But on the gas I feel like an ambulance
I got a past for niggas to understand
I stay down now I have the upper hand
I watched my mother suffer
I'm bugging with breaking circles
First time that a nigga touched it I felt like my hates rivals
Smarts up for some change some say it makes me a psycho
I say it made me a soldier I got the aim of a sniper
I might get off from the whites not 'cause I'm embarrassed off; they don't just deserve my ascent to use, for their character
And turn around and treat me like I'm their caricature
I said fire to every box coffin and pattern that taught they lost it
Never know it'll cost her being acoustic
Clever but it's not our profit, our profit
I got a rocket to leave a hole in their conscience
I'm ducking black as they come for the nigga as far from God to rock or profit to come as sub-notions but honest I promise I got this we got this can't stop us from stopping
Yea you can't stop us from stopping
(Humming)
Yoyoyo it's BeeBugging
As we guys do bringing you that real nigga shit
Putting up for all niggas worldwide
All power to all my brother and sisters
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