Rebel Without a Pause Lyrics
Cops are shooting at us waiting for a high status
God is looking at us, teardrops and ghetto sadness
Money madness, the parable life of Lazarus
A young prince in a project palace
This the struggle for the black youth
My track be the actual truth
Bars and cracks are the crap shoots stacking their loot
I give a name turn of attributes and turn in your roots
Shots fired last night off the top of the roof
A flying bullet claim any name from out of the group
Police brutality, we're sick of marching and these rallies
It's time to ride and get rowdy like they did in Cali
Put on your Timberlands and take off your leather ballies
It's time for pimp daddy players sipping Dirty Harry
Life is too strange to think about a Range or a caddy
You'll be arranging a funeral before you get to marry
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In these days the richest man still ain't happy
Talk a lot of rap shit but still ain't clap me
Got chicks crying blood like they playing in Carrie
