The revolution shall be televisedThis year it's all about us so fuck the other sideGotta get killed on camera for us to come aliveWell shit we dead already from all this homicideIn my cell hangin' from a ropeWhere you get less time for rape than for sellin' dopeWhen you get the same time for dope then you do a murderInnocent 'til guilty, guilty the verdictBefore you even started that Harley, no we ain't noticeCause we was goin' to war with ourselves over that cocaAnd they was tryna hurt us, lock us so far in the mountainsCouldn't get no service and our families couldn't service usFightin' a silent war with a silencerLike racin' a Lamborghini with a ChallengerAnd the feds gon' follow usLabel us as terrorists and then they drop bombs on usAnd we turn to media, they lie to usNobody really speakin' on them courtrooms that bodied usLabeled us as hooligans, we trappin' and we movin' itKids barely eatin' at that table with that tuna fishBreakefast and lunchtime Mama ordered the noodle dishDinner time I was on the corner, me and LuciferWho you s'posed to call when the cops the ones shootin' you?NobodyTalked to the Shmurdas and I told 'em keep their head upAnd when you touch down, stay focused and get your bread upCause when you're gettin' to it the people be gettin' fed upThey buildin' brand new jails for us, don't make your bed upUse your head, dog, and bewareCertain niggas just ain't good for you dont bring them near yaI'm young, black, and I get money, my swag seriousAmerica's worst nightmare, I'm what they're scared ofFresh back home, they had to sit me downI come back home, they talkin' Nicki now?I spit like a drummer that hold 50 roundsAnd for my walkthroughs it cost 60 poundsOf Sour D, Hollywood, I should beBut that hood shit bring the hood out of meI be on the 'gram like I hit the lotteryBuyin' every car, every house I see, tryna beA gangsta, I was tryna be a kingYou're tryna score a point, I was tryna get a ringCouple niggas got happy, heard I was in the bing'Til they let me out my cell, I jumped right up in that sinkBalenciaga red interior, they're inferiorI made a couple milli in jail, I'm dead seriousMonkey ass hoes like George and head curiousFlow so wavy man I should've been an aquariusI'm talkin' to Hov on the jail callGet so many letters that they thinkin' it's mail fraudWhen I fell on the money they said that I fell offWe got like, 6 mansions, 12 lofts3 condos, any apartments? Hell nawJust all penthouses, nigga I've been 'bout itGets in, gets out it, like it's a robberyI came up from the bottom and ain't no stoppin' me niggaSuggest Ice Cream Freestyle lyrics correctionsSongwriters: JOSEPH CARTEGENA, WILLIE HUTCH, COREY WOODS.Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing GroupIce Cream Freestyle lyrics licensed through LyricFind. Meek Mill
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