Negash Ali - What You Got lyrics

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Negash Ali - What You Got lyrics

I got a bad liver broken heart Just to be a monarch Ring ring ring the alarm We're more ambitious then Bonaparte You said I needed council since high school I don't need shrinks to know I'm a psycho Pops never cared, moms never understood If you ain't a knight, you getting shook So I'm living lawless, mixing with the godless n******gs that's heartless, wishing for violence Seconds, minutes and hours weapons visit the cowards Till I'm hitting the towers, till I've risen to power Till the billions are ours, till we hitting the lotto Till the b**hes is bowing, till I'm kissing with models Till I'm sicker then pyros, till I sit on Apollo Till I'm bigger then rhinos, till I'm richer then Lionel What you got on me Get in the car Let's go ring the alarm What you got on me Freedom ain't free I'mma buy mine any means What you got on me Get in the car Let's go ring the alarm What you got on me Freedom ain't free I'mma buy mine any means Ring the alarm Said the youth dem gunnin' Ring the alarm Now the boy dem panickin' Sorry for my criminal ways I'll be sorrier on minimum wage Western civilization newbie, second generation fugee I'm going Balotelli, man I'mma Mooley Yourr biggest challenge was cinnamon Yet you act boogey on the internet I should beat you, acoustic, with instruments Eat you raw, sushi, you Zimmerman Screech, screeching on tires, beat, beating those sirens Going head to head with these liars, spreading spreading like virus Flirting, flirting with fire, Iron lion residing in Zion Motherf**er n***a lover and a fighter I drink liquor n***a n***a you drink cider, I think bigger n***a you think minor I drink liquor n***a you drink coladas I think richer n***a you think u minus, I think villa, n***a you think condo I ink pictures n***a you ink nada, I f** milf, n***a you f** Cyrus I think silk n***a you think cotton Uhh that's a lot of sin Devil the God Jekyll & the Hyde in me All bottled up, pour-pouring bottles in Peepin' where the problem is Pop pills cause we ain't got pots to piss Sniff, smoke and who*e with some hot women Uuhff thats a lot of sin …and it's hot in hell But I make it look good like Lagerfeld, n***a What you got on me Get in the car Let's go ring the alarm What you got on me Freedom ain't free I'mma buy mine any means What you got on me Get in the car Let's go ring the alarm What you got on me Freedom ain't free I'mma buy mine any means Ring the alarm Said the youth dem gunnin' Ring the alarm Now the boy dem panickin'