Lyrics Tanqueray, Pt. 3 - Kent Washington

I hated my fuckin' father for that bottle and the liquor that he swallowed
Wanted his love to lead but the E&J never followed
Broke the addiction, love was inflicted to my provado
We continued to connect like a unibrow, Frida Kahlo
Hate society powered by the high and mighty dollar
Influenced by Shottas, Belly, Scarface, 2PAC and Big Poppas
Funerals turn to operas, sarcophagus is my coffin
Swear you kill it, you possum, rock em sock em with that neck talk
Be careful you'll get capped for capping tell em' it's yo' vest fault
Bucket list you'll get checked off
Shut your mouth when the best talk
Leaders run shit for hundreds, you follow I let the rest walk, please
We placing value on dreams
You're still sipping on lean
2018, need catch up or left back
I'm Kobe Bryant with the step back
Fuck rap where the check at
You check for checks on Twitter, dawg, check for that deposit
Snapped on beats like Kevin Ware, who dare gon' test how dope my pot is
No, I never sold dope, check my pen and see I'm a lier
I'm kerosene to a fire
So what you need, I'll supply ya
Check the gear that I'm buying I'm flying buy ya
I'm flyer, Tuskegee nigga believe it's a Goodyear never tired
Niggas throwing salt but I've been seasoned in this shit
We the new era, professional bumping Steez up in the whip
I got the keys to this shit, and never needed DJ Khaled
I'm a fiend of this shit, push a wonderland full of alice.
This that shit that's gon' make you bounce, this that shit that's gon' make you move
This that shit that's gon' make you bounce, this that shit that's gon' make you move
Some say the Blacker the Berry, the sweeter the juice
Some say the darker the flesh, the deeper the roots
Let the Army salute
Let the Army salute
Let the Army salute
Let the Army salute
Yo, General, it's been a while, to ring that Call of Duty
New Fela Kuti, while I'm grooving, shoulders lil' Uzi
I doubled down to double up, the fuck these niggas doing
You stealing credits with no recognition of influence
Came back, wavy wave cap, it's the revolution
Gil Scott, ready or not, can never fool a Fugee
Never trust a big smile and a juicy booty
Or these greedy niggas perpetrating watching every move
Sad, only see dead bodies when I watch the news
Dead presidents it fill my title of my black man blues
Oh me, oh my, they say numbers don't lie
Scoreboard, niggas shave the point the play on both sides
I'm on a tangent, goddamn, a sin need no cosign
Fire flame, global warming, storming prone to your mind
I contemplate my ages, pipe down, all words that fill my pages
All black like I play for Oakland Raiders
If you want long wood I need some paper
New freezer, nice to meet ya
Pancake flow flip, it's nice to eat ya
Bite sound, go down, like nitti features
Ball so hard you on the blenchers
You can't play a playa, playa
On my playa playa playa shit
Said that players club don't pay enough, she on some other shit
Ayy, ayy, shake that Laffy taffy on my chicostick
I throwing long dick and middle fingers to the government
Mad cuz I'm styling on you
And your homies, nigga
We working getting Bally's on you
So get your weight up, nigga
This that shit that's gon' make you bounce, this that shit that's gon' make you move
This that shit that's gon' make you bounce, this that shit that's gon' make you move
Some say the Blacker the Berry, the sweeter the juice
Some say the darker the flesh, the deeper the roots
Let the Army salute
Let the Army salute
Let the Army salute
Let the Army salute