B Green
Christopher Columbus Lyrics

I aint Christopher Columbus
But I know my way around
Bring my motherfucking crew
Through your motherfucking town
Pocahontas Pocahontas
Know we wasn’t honest
But my niggas money hungry
Owning companies, went to college
First you get a couple slaves
Make them work a couple days
By a couple, every fucking one that God had made
We the same
Same mother
Same color
Same everything
Same game
Wear the same number
Boy, I aint Christopher Columbus
But I know my way around
Treat your city like the Philly blow that mother fucker down
The armada
The armada
Army made of terra cotta
I’m a motherfucking monster
When it come to getting dollars
I had to explore the seven seas
Since I was 17
Aint have bread for weed
Stole my sisters seven G’s
Asked an angel with no wings
What does heaven really mean
Said its just too far to climb
Was it just really a dream?
I aint Christopher Columbus
But I know my way around
Pull the pistol out the pocket
Shh you bet not make a sound
Lay it down
Bob Marley came to me in spirit
Asked “why I call women hoes?”
Really, he aint wanna hear it
I aint Christopher Columbus
But I know my way around
Playing shows playing foes
throwing everybody pounds
tell my city niggas what up
and if you hating shut up
say the top is lonely
homie, I see no one but us
I aint Christopher Columbus
But I know my way around
And that’s everybody pussy put it in the lost and found
I had brought myself a rolex
Where to go next
Yall still moving old weight?
Yall niggas that bo-flex
I aint Christopher Columbus
But I know my way around
I was sent here by the queen ever king deserves a crown
What’s the past to the present
Future to fluorescent
I cant win yall boys the war
But I can give yall boys the weapons
I aint Christopher Columbus
But I know my way around
And I know this way your home but I think we own it now
Images of Montezuma
Mama probably think I’m crazed
Nowadays who’s sane?
Like that one Iraqi ruler
I aint Christopher Columbus
But I know my way around and we aint come to start a war
But ill put bodies in the ground
Here me now
Pussy and weed
My only decree
And we got enough for you
If you got enough for we
I aint Christopher Columbus
But I know my way around