Intro Lyrics - Nacirema Dream - Papoose

Blue world wanna change New York gun laws 

Rockefeller fucked up all of the drug lords 

Alot of people hating on artists from up north 

City out of stand still I'm here to unpause 

Hometown haters don't support oppose 

Them out of town niggas come through and they suck all 

That's how I knock my stuff off 

I tell 'em niggas everyday I'm hussling 

Like a I'm a young Ross 

Never been though you was cut from work load 

It must've been velvet 'cause you gum soft 

Can't squash beef once a nigga get bumped off 

You're sweeter than dumb sauce 

I couldn't give a fuck if you lost love 

Once a couple shots get bust off 

We lost blood and you said it ain't no love lust 

Your man said it's dead so you taking your gloves off 

Your man can't tell me what to do that's your boss 

Cheerleader it's cold so I keep a hand heater 

My quarter water pussy change in your man meter 

Take me I promise you you can't beat us 

You club pop up I bring the chopper up the amnesia 

You not strapped but you claim you're holding 

So when shit pop off you be laying frozen 

Then you wanna claim everything that's rolley 

Living off my fame so your fame is stolen 

You playing kid games and in game we growing 

Put shame in the game so the game exposed her 

The things that you claim it's insane I told her 

So shut your kid playing man this things is chosen 

You hate what you ain't controlling 

You a scumbag, your mother should've named you Trojan 

I got my weight up they was talking Unity I 

But when they had me running star they had me ruger me stop 

Perpetuating frauds claiming that we poo when we not 

Like I ain't hear your stories when you got your jewelry pop 

They call you by your first name you cool with these cops 

You never feel the high one, but you soon to be shot 

Since I was 16 man I used to shoot on these blocks 

Duba duba we had the whole community locked 

So when I started buzzing they already knew we was hot 

Open them doors and the opportunity knock 

I show my son the knowledge so he understand daddy 

I teach my girl the wisdom so she make her man happy 

My baby girl got my eyes she be starring at me 

I let her know I'm too young to be a gran daddy 

Man my wisdom is strong I could lift a carone 

Quick as the glitch of a star drift as the ways of a lock 

As I sit with the gods I see you sit with the frauds 

Scripture my songs to show how dangerous these instruments are 

You can hit with the drums, man a rhythm is hard 

The high hemic you high flesh you can hear the guitars 

My brain cells is jail ink pen is the yard 

Such a prison with bars I got some visits to mom 

You brag about getting head from a chick ass minor 

You don't brag about ruining that vagina diner 

Lyrically inclined, spiritually divine 

Mentally designed to leave you blind 

It was meant for me to rise balistikally I grind 

Third eye, trilogy the eyes epidemy wise 

All you women beating guys is quick to meet demise 

Could meet the mister meet the crimes 

Just to see you dine 

I'm pulling mm's 9's physically I'm fine 

I got my weight up in that chimp you niggas seeing size 

Throw nigga be inside to pick the bee behind 

I'm seriously surprised you killing me you guys 

Try dissing me at times but victory was mine 

Backstabbing motherfuckers sticking me with knives 

All your trickery and lies with misery combined 

No history of mine can't finish this without 

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