For the lions
My mother used to tell me, son, sometimes you have to be a lion, so you can be the lamb you really are. I talk this shit like a lion
I don't believe in pride but I ride for my, yeah, yeah
Mopreme Shakur outlawed the unchained
Unlike the others, he dons a black name
Raw blood through my veins, flesh on my fangs
Servin' these niggas like plates of jerked wings
Me and Makaveli once blown the Serengeti
On our quest for survival, the cause remains tribal
The sound of the drunk, you know when we come
It's ready to spool in two for our young
I don't believe in pride but I ride for my tribe
An eye for an eye, the canines on a saber-toothed liger
Liar, pants on a hyena
My heat'll pry me clean off of your right femur
My team'll eat you to the bone
You die, shit, that's diarrhea
Lead a pack of wild cats, don't try and feed us
Kill more niggas than diabetes
Two leo ladies braiding my mane in wife beaters
Walking with a panther, swear ain't got the answers
But Ye made a statement, white lives matter
They do, but the white guys massacred Africa
You love your slave master
These six lions committed such acts of savagery and put on such a display of power that it exceeded the already planned expectations of all who made a living from observing wildlife
Young king, prime boss class
Flashlight, sword, ring, watch where you run
Social, we no see you no more
Kill or be kill, this the skill where we learn and master
Now you're late and destinate like a natural disaster
No doubt, please calm the beast, I warned you about
Bloody rain and thunder roar, replicating a thrall
More congo liars on the concrete train
Niggas running from my shadows, plus we all stay trained
Diana, we share a bond, my Babylon can't break
Why we are pillaging village with every step we take
My code looks so deceptive, but my cause is perfected
I smile in the yuppies, then turn around and dissect shit
If I feel disrespected
The smoke hit different when you're screening cigarettes
Big Ben, Queen Elizabeth, get your rep up
I stepped up for the ones you ate for
Then multiply and snake form, wait for it
We in hell, boy, breathe, treason
I believe in how the jungle work
In order for you to live, you need young to murk
Tear to the ACL, the kid needs organs
They all tuned
You can keep the ruby chains, I don't like yard jewels
Wrapped around my neck, squeeze tight, I bleed life
Scream life in this bitch, I seen lightning get thick
Brainstorming got heavy but my vision never cloudy
The form stayed right, nigga howdy
Get through the bullshit, simple
I stopped drinking milk and yet I stopped getting pimples
Yet they still gon bump this outside with the pumped fist
You know the vibes, blacko
The dope cats got kings lying in the crack house
Cigar feel different when it's lit by a nigga who just look like a tiger
You pussies is liars
And didn't mama say, boy, don't touch the stove
Why push me
In 2006, coalition of six Lions took the words like violence, brutality and dominance and raised the bar
Way down in the-
This melanin, we bellin' in this godsend
Manita, I don't believe you in that European nonsense
We true believers, came to see what's mislead us with false content
As we talkin', she's a Yahweh, cause Yahweh is bullshit
Salvation ain't a man, get my nuna in the poolpit
Darkness, I was meant so sour, talk on powers, how you fools gets
Will document if you abuse, you can lose so don't confuse it
I speak affirmations baby, ain't no lyin' in my music
But there's a line y'all relyin' on, relyin' on this usage
Hypocrites got lies on they lips
Above the clouds, I shoot them down with full clips
Got guru, mix with guru, pop a midnight, spit that lulu
Rip your top, that cup of noodles
What we doin' in shadows like Hulu
In jail, tuckin' cringers, you dare not come hither, it's dinner
Amidst a lion's roar, you just a whisper, to some whiskers
As the pendulum swings quicker
It all boils down to the bigger picture, victim or victor
I'm outside, prowlin' with pride, out in the open wide
And by my side, you see one, two, three, four, and five of my wives
They push and shove each other aside
Whenever they hear me say
Baby, go rustle us up some hide
Yeah, I'm proud of my pride
And when that tourist fan appears, I'm like, what you got on my child bruh
Like Arthasur, yousa hand gear, like a limb hangin' out the Sonata, it's nada
Bro you not a Chewbacca, your persona's a lot of yadda yadda
Out here, die sound like Zalama
You oughta ponder how you wander, before you end up in a trap
This is real L.A. rap
Like you selected what fitted hat to wear in order to fit into where you at
Nothing new about this era, though
You know what it is and how the story goes
We keeps it way territorial
It's a territorial, gross, terrible
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