Revolution
演唱：Charly Wingate、Kamil Elyes Bendi M'Red、Mehdi Janati、Max BRevolution (Explicit) - Max B/Charly Wingate/Kamil Elyes Bendi M'Red/Masar Tv
Composed by：Charly Wingate/Kamil Elyes Bendi M'Red/Masar Tv
It's the revolution baby
Oh they televising this s**t right now
It's my boy Masar on the beat
DJ Elyes
Life in the pen' never that
They came back for the base
We came with the better crack
I came to provide the people better tracks
The narratives I engage twenty years in the cage
Twenty years as a slave ni-ni-nigga please
Hang me from bigger trees
Play me my trigger squeeze
Ecstasy liquor chase pay me or get the ease
Watching him plead his case spray 'em
Or get the cheese
How could you f**k with n***as
That been from the jump
I got a drawer full of ammo
I got a sawed off pump
I got my n***as I activate 'em
They come with a phone call
Bust at the opposition he die it's his own fault
Gambled your life n***a you reap what you sow
They send some killers to come
And get me I reach for the four
I signal left in the V like
They ain't heard of the Don yet
Connections is overseas murderous contacts
If it's a genie in the bottle
Then she better be a model
Got a dollar to my name
I'ma bet it on the lotto
We was playing innocent now we playing in the wind
'Cause if I could do it over
I'ma do this s**t again
My n***a please I'll trade
You my b***hes for some w**d come on
Sixty of some liquor my music is a disease
N***a freeze put your hands where I can see
They were fed the wrong description
And it wasn't even me
I go soft I go hard take
A look at all my scars
Frederick Douglas Adam Clayton Malcolm X Boulevard
I ain't never pull the trigger sipping brown sugar liquor
Even mama call me Bigga make my money say it n***a
All the women all the w**d
Watermelon spitting seeds
And these b***hes not my children feel neglected
Bowing down spit the grit
In my town this the s**t
This a gift
Yeah this a gift
Yeah this a hit
Now every single time that the police come for a n***a
I gotta run and take cover they tryna gun for a n***a
They wanna kill us in cold blood
Leave us in bloody streets
The prophecy I fulfill top of the money reach
Choppers we gon' conceal pockets is on E
And every time I drop I'm the hottest
Thing on the streets Hottest thing baby
We was looting n***as tried
And I had a of hell of a team
But a couple n***as died
And we was in no Gucci stores couple n***as buy it
Some hammers and DVDs couple of 'em fried
The witnesses on the stand couple of 'em lied
They want me to take a plea some pull up and hide
The Bentley pull up
And swerve some pull up and glide
She f**k with them BNBs
I look at the sky
Them f**k think could see me
I pull out the nine
Leave them ****ers nice
And dreamy and send 'em up to die
I go soft I go hard
Take a look at all my scars
Frederick Douglas Adam Clayton Malcolm X Boulevard
I ain't never pull the trigger sipping brown sugar liquor
Even mama call me Bigga make my money say it n***a
All the women all the w**d
Watermelon spitting seeds
And these b***hes not my children feel neglected
Bowing down spit the grit
In my town this the s**t
This a gift
Yeah this a gift
Yeah this a hit
I don't know about all that s**t
This ain't no hit
N***a this for the streets
For your motherf**king mind
Boss Don Negro Spirituals
Gotta love it oww
Composed by：Charly Wingate/Kamil Elyes Bendi M'Red/Masar Tv
It's the revolution baby
Oh they televising this s**t right now
It's my boy Masar on the beat
DJ Elyes
Life in the pen' never that
They came back for the base
We came with the better crack
I came to provide the people better tracks
The narratives I engage twenty years in the cage
Twenty years as a slave ni-ni-nigga please
Hang me from bigger trees
Play me my trigger squeeze
Ecstasy liquor chase pay me or get the ease
Watching him plead his case spray 'em
Or get the cheese
How could you f**k with n***as
That been from the jump
I got a drawer full of ammo
I got a sawed off pump
I got my n***as I activate 'em
They come with a phone call
Bust at the opposition he die it's his own fault
Gambled your life n***a you reap what you sow
They send some killers to come
And get me I reach for the four
I signal left in the V like
They ain't heard of the Don yet
Connections is overseas murderous contacts
If it's a genie in the bottle
Then she better be a model
Got a dollar to my name
I'ma bet it on the lotto
We was playing innocent now we playing in the wind
'Cause if I could do it over
I'ma do this s**t again
My n***a please I'll trade
You my b***hes for some w**d come on
Sixty of some liquor my music is a disease
N***a freeze put your hands where I can see
They were fed the wrong description
And it wasn't even me
I go soft I go hard take
A look at all my scars
Frederick Douglas Adam Clayton Malcolm X Boulevard
I ain't never pull the trigger sipping brown sugar liquor
Even mama call me Bigga make my money say it n***a
All the women all the w**d
Watermelon spitting seeds
And these b***hes not my children feel neglected
Bowing down spit the grit
In my town this the s**t
This a gift
Yeah this a gift
Yeah this a hit
Now every single time that the police come for a n***a
I gotta run and take cover they tryna gun for a n***a
They wanna kill us in cold blood
Leave us in bloody streets
The prophecy I fulfill top of the money reach
Choppers we gon' conceal pockets is on E
And every time I drop I'm the hottest
Thing on the streets Hottest thing baby
We was looting n***as tried
And I had a of hell of a team
But a couple n***as died
And we was in no Gucci stores couple n***as buy it
Some hammers and DVDs couple of 'em fried
The witnesses on the stand couple of 'em lied
They want me to take a plea some pull up and hide
The Bentley pull up
And swerve some pull up and glide
She f**k with them BNBs
I look at the sky
Them f**k think could see me
I pull out the nine
Leave them ****ers nice
And dreamy and send 'em up to die
I go soft I go hard
Take a look at all my scars
Frederick Douglas Adam Clayton Malcolm X Boulevard
I ain't never pull the trigger sipping brown sugar liquor
Even mama call me Bigga make my money say it n***a
All the women all the w**d
Watermelon spitting seeds
And these b***hes not my children feel neglected
Bowing down spit the grit
In my town this the s**t
This a gift
Yeah this a gift
Yeah this a hit
I don't know about all that s**t
This ain't no hit
N***a this for the streets
For your motherf**king mind
Boss Don Negro Spirituals
Gotta love it oww