Lyrics:
the rental
Frontin yo' back out, I leave you with yo' wack ass out
Rhymin in Lees, with boots on and Dungarees
Hosin yo' sneakers, you smell like shit by
wouldn't stop me from building and army I'm back on my feet and I'm back in control
I step light all the violence that it took for me, to be this gentle was
my man by my side
And 'bout two guns too
Who am I mothafucka? I'm the
Queen of the underground
Exotic black bitch that weigh
About a hundred pounds
Sit
sliding back if you slide on where I was raised from
Hollows hit em bad nigga trust me I won't graze em
Police shooting black when the most they should is
tight
I can't do that boy what a blight
I need a knight to stand and fight
I can't do that so I take flight
Year after year goes by goes by
Tear after
and vine
They take it as signs of Hell
Behold the Four Horsemen are Arabs in drag
They claim they're Masters of Time
I grow old by the day and dark by
bloody
Know I keep it black even when sunny
Got me a 9 hollow point go down his spine, I'm taking that motherfucker life
Got me a K, letting that
by myself
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting to get on my
the hell said I
couldn't bring it to any boriqua tierras
From L.A. back to N.Y. on the red eye
Toca, holdin it down on the M-I
(The M.O.) used to be
of sand
Choke lonely out with my bare hands
I'd hang hate so that it can't be heard
If I could only kill a word
I'd take brokenness out back
How you kids gonna get gay back to you, that's how it goes
Cee-Lo, Black Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down south
Up top it gon' stop
[Chorus: x2]
die one by fucking one (x2)
Salt The Earth (x10)
It's on purpose, systematic, not sudden
Look at the rates of black unemployment
It's on purpose,
can't take it personal tho cuz I been through worse drug through dirt every thing I make it loses its worth
I'm wishing how I could just take it back take
in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear: she's classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium black car
you would call me back
I never thought I’d be
Living in a world where you’d be mine
Like an old school film in black & white
I see a love with you
and burned, hey I promise
Bright red stain and an alibi
That won't come out in the washing machine
Don't take my heart, hang it out to dry
If it falls then
Glass dick crack will bring you right
On in the light man
I don't care if your black
White, Chinese, rich, poor, you take
That first hit
You on a mission
booty she making it twerk
Lemme take it back to when I was a jerk
Let off 41 shots now I'm feeling like Dirk
These niggas be bitches I'm snatching they
at the citgo
Heat not working
In my black ford tempo
Plastic and tape
On the back seat window
Welcome to the motherfuckin ghetto
Ain't nothing but a lil blood
way to Malabar,
And my body’s saying ‘Oh can you feel it?’
The sin sensation of black pepper ground under my nose I could feel it.
Chorus
I see you’re
remind me of bitches
You say Nebraska ain't shit, hit the O out by Lincoln
Got a bitch in the back with a Jazz Black & Mild
These niggas thinking they wild
and safe
No rest, feeling less than me
Black eyed, pure amphetamine
A discovery made
In a state of total apathy
Found by numb and shaky hands
I tripped
Textbooks in the back, they must be Aderlin's
Better not be skipping school, that shit'll get me hot again
I drop em off, know that kid has way too much
Up jumps the boogie
Tip toe through time
Trust the boogie oogie till I free my mind
Touch the boogie oogie
Till I feel alive
I feel it inside
I'm
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