Lyrics:
posse
Try to fake a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club where the kids throw like
I almost got an avalanche dropped on my shoulders
you gettin' blasted
Niggas get fucked up, you black niggas are actin' white
Your Rolex gone, my project's on your airplane flights
First time you
the ghetto
Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit
I spit game on a regular basis, now everybody
Looking at my hand like I'm holding all
Been livin' by faith not by sight
Feelin' lost in this blightown full of duplicity and toxicity
In this land of the blind the one-eyed man is king
of phlegm
Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend
I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion
I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across
was just a young nipper
rolling with a backpack
Trust me it's a rap black
I know you've got to trap but know that it's a trap that
you can get
from the bottom, my neck got frostbite
My belt is by Fendi, my shoes is by Off White
We got the clean dope, shit be off-white
Ran up my racks, I got big
Honorary
Once Did “Portabella”, cdded Up To “Zara” Style
Joined By That Saint Laurent, Fit The Mulli Dark Child
Fresh cs The Summer, “Black Mon Shine Gold
The sweater is Ralph
The medicines out
Veteran style
Six-speed on the beat when I'm peddling out
It's all good if you asking that
Tree got my memory on men in
Getting to plotting that I can do it by the cornrow
Played hooky back in flight school and went straight to alumni
Graduated red eyed with my tongue dry
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
sacrifice
Take my mic and I'm like a Chinese man with no rice
Oh yeah we flippin through the pages of time, to find design
Like Vaseline on the faces of Black
you gon' be"
?
In the late night!
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp
Ain't nothin'
black chuck's
Standing tall in your freestyle session holding my balls
I'm peeping game like a ref in '95
Cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas
[Verse 1:]
In the battle fields mics collide like sword fights
Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight
Who pierce strikes like
pop out in black ghost phantom
Ya niggas is really bitches can't beat me
The bullets all in his face like 3D
They copy my style these niggas wanna be me
Tay)
It's been a long time, the West Coast got it crackin now
I'm smokin MC's like Black & Mild
Tryin to copycat my rappin style
Bomb status, savage
die (bitch please)
Gettin G's by any means nessesary
That's why my cousin doin' time and my dogs got barried
Ya'll bitches is afraid of da game
Sittin'
on the block sick like what cha doin' wit that spic
Y'all don't know? Puerto Ricans and blacks make the cutest kids
Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips
If
livin life in the fast lane
Gotta stay fresh, cause I live by my last name - Styles
And they ain't make 'em like me in a while
Black tie affair, them
at that
Instagram my man, le the clown picture now
When he texts 911 don't hit him back
She's getting her box packed, she's not calling black
Like how
decide take a seat
Pull up a chair to contemplate all of my feats
Whether that be my actions or my amount features
The Kais is recognized by eyes and his
zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?)
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