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Everytime you see me drop it's da right post
White boy
Tryna say nigga
I turnt his ass to white toast
Flaming out
Way my bullets spit out nigga like
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
Just catching and releasing
I've been here all night
Black Beatles, she's a real crowd pleaser
Boy got me working side to
So baby, pull me closer
griping heavy metal knuckles got my fingers getting rusty
Smoked a half kilo with them boys and woke up dusty
D e l i r i u m pussy boy it must be
All black
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
butt mix like piano black and white keys
Took off all her clothes and told a nigga , eat me right please!
Think I didn't lick on that pussy till she
on the block call me a black Blake Carrington
Handsome as hell, I dress real swell
By the tone of my voice maybe you can tell that I
Shampoo with Prell and live
Like a kettle of keys
One of which might unlock all of these
If these are the black gates of hell
Then I'm sorry for the life I've wasted so
I
societies
Hand signs and pyramids
They wanna target minorities
Black people and Mexicans
I'm blinded by the color of my bandanna
And then we wonder
Why
know, all I know, this world isn't real it's created by me
And all I know, all I know my demons are chained up and I have the key
So I'm braking out,
A boy alone in his mind he looks to the sky.
His home, the desert, this life to him a lie.
Not knowing tomorrow, or what he will face,
Led by a droid
like Ricky, I got like four in the cut cause I’m picky
White bitch but she talk black like woah vickey
Phone call we don’t do text that is risky
I’m in
was meant for it
Nobody gave me shit, boy, I sent for it
Any bitch try to slide, I'ma spin on her
Hardest in the game don't compare me to no bench
happy to see me
The Unit, by now you niggas should be used to it
I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it
Take these bullets out this K
elephant
It was ignorance that made this irrelevant
I'm not the pasta boy, I'm the African, call me by name
I'm the original, I taught you to set up this
key used to get inside the travel lodge
Camouflage, Jimmy Scott's in the Chevy Avalanche
Fantasize about the life of it cause I'm an enterprise
Fuck
be juju no be medicine
My sky stays blue like say I be Radisson
Black boy riding the city of madison
On the bench mark like say I be Alex Ferguson
I
to get it by my lonely moving 20 packs a day
that was only for the dope can't speak too much about that ye but them things bigger than your teeth them
warming crisis
Smokey the bear wouldn't care,
Cuz ya boy getting paid from the government
FBI loving it
Black getting cracked for some other shit
Crack in
time to teach them a lesson
Don't block the road for no reason
Black lives don't matter
White lives don't matter
You're a fucking cunt if you think human
And my Gutter Boys can take you out back to see
That we don't care, lost it all, watched it burn down in flames
W'ell give it up a hundred more times just
pictures and get lost in the canvas, yeah
Thank God we call that art in Atlanta
Crazy boy got a Patrick Swayze aura cause he just saw a Phantom
Wonder what
extensions
Slap in the drum and then go Sid Vicious
When it start sparking I won't leave a witness
All by my lonely no co-defendants
All black mask take off
pipes but it also turned coal to more millions Was on the floor now its no ceilin lonely at the top when you hot when u not shit thats a cold feelin.
Im
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