| Like, what are you supposed to do? |
| Like you put your hands up, you tell 'em
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| that you don’t have a gun. |
| The thing that America is telling our children,
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| and this is the sad part, that black folks if you don’t make me comfortable we
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| will kill you
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| America’s most wanted, don’t try to apprehend him
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| America’s most wanted (Ice Cube is back on the set)
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| Don’t try to apprehend him
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| Yes, the rhythm, the rebel
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| I’m broadcasting live on behalf of the glisten
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| That appears in y’all bezel, I’ve risen to level
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| So large, on my level with B.I.G
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| I really mean it when I tell you «get on my level», you dig?
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| Get it however you live
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| This is for censorship, pick a flow, switch the shit
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| Alien, rapping at a packed-out stadium
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| I’m prolly 'bout to sin like I got a late DM
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| If anybody or they friend try to flow against me
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| Put some dollars on your pen like an ATM
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| Every window tinted, every minute look like 8 PM
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| I’m so hip hop, I shit deluxe boombox
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| I nut tunes, I spit Kurupt Moonrocks
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| Shell toe-top tens, watch the bus zoom by
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| Listen, if I ain’t on your Mt. Rushmore of top spitters
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| Nigga, I am not with it, Ryan Rock different
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| I ain’t 'bout riches, I ain’t Scott Disick
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| I’m largely blessed, I’m always dressed
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| I’m not fresh though, I’m Godly, don’t call me less
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| Listen, chump, I spit it to pyramid, switch the front
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| The spirit of Egyptian ankhs, call me Neph
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| Nigga, my every alcoholic breath
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| Is heavy like imagine tryna carry all this stress
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| Your floss just preparing y’all for death
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| So God won’t bury y’all bearing y’all regrets
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| Carry on, I tote Goyard
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| My humble approach will boast for y’all
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| My ho got more junk in the trunk than most tow yards
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| And if I don’t know y’all
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| I’ma turn yo' voyage to bon voyage to bone lawyers
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| This one’s for y’all niggas thinking you really big
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| Tie you up and give you the busy sig
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| My future wasn’t always just so Truman
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| To produce checks, I have my little metro booming
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| Never lose bets when it’s time to shoot death
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| I am G Money and Nino, I got the goose neck, now who’s next?
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| Lavar Ball doing battle for my boys
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| Playing hardball with them crackers like I’m Floyd
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| You would never know that I’m annoyed, that’s 'cause I’m a poet
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| Grab a nigga neck and snap it just to add it to my story |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Most Wanted, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song The Bar Exam 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп