Lyrics:
to sit pretty by the time I got old
I got cheese but that doesn't mean I got soul
I got black power and a black bank roll
Stank chicks, they sweat my knot
to '61
Hell of a place to get some dealing done
Met a man with a black badge
Said he had Magic Man's old hat
Good fortune has a fortunate son
You'll find
a lil sage
As a black man by now we should know not to ride with expired tags
Opening new cases and ain't close the last
You can call this one my Hurrian
scratched
In fact, now that I think, back, I was gettin macked
by a tender, oh yeah now I remember
Vanessa from Maryland, aggressive and tanned
It was
Greatness plus greatness equals great greatness
Uh see I know you got a man ma
But understand he can't do you like I can Ma (Nope)
And all I'm
Greatness plus greatness equals great greatness
Uh see I know you got a man Ma
But understand he can't do you like I can Ma (Nope)
And all I'm
the wall,
Turns her ankle and down she falls.
They all went sailing 'cross the lake
And all got swallowed by a big black snake.
And the ones who escaped
I could cause apocalypse with no regard
When I part my lips I might just go to far
I've just been born again so I don't got no scars
Now I'm just
gonna pass you by
I got an old V-8 from the year I was born
Don't look like much, just a flat black Ford
Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check
(Ain't nobody scared of no police)
(Hey!) I'm in a foreign with my old baby
(Hey!) I'm
Wearin all black
I got evil thoughts man I think that I'm in blackland
Try to play me imma hit em wit ah backhand
Hit up sanctm for the beats n lay
pro-black I know our lives matter
But if a black man try me
He probably gonna die after
Don't fuck with me
I'm cocky because I get it popping
And I go so
gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
Yo Chawe, turn me up man, it's the remix
I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos,
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
Ridin' with the Drake, man, ridin' with a llama
Cut a bitch like some crops, I'm a fuckin' farmer
I ain't with the chatting, man, I ain't with
lead, I say
When it's dark fuck the dumb, I'm on the run
Go to the shack for somebody black that want to come
Original man in a swamp land habitat
Old
big black dog and that little old shack
Sitting down by the railroad track
It's plenty good enough for me and Joshua
Joshua, Joshua
Why you're just what
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
stop shining
And the salty old sea may run dry
The Man in the Moon may stop smiling
But I'll always be by your side
Forever and ever I'll love you
No
The sun may stop shining in heaven the salty old sea may run dry
The Man in the Moon may stop smiling oh but I'll always be by your side
Forever and ever
Old man cotton won't let me make a nickel
Till I get it to a cotton gin
So I bent my back till I think it's gonna break
Try to keep a thinkin' how much
to hold me, 'til I'm old and wrinklin'
And these adversaries
They gonna have to be worryin'
'Cause I'ma be illin', fulfillin' my passion
'Til I'm
At my ten year reunion, like look at me now
Having good sex on the reg
New Tempur-Pedic, my bed
All of my lawyers are black
Shit is ironic as hell
I'm a man not judged by what I got
If rap games like a sport
Who the hell cares what I bought?
This is Chuck, here to snatch up and bag up
Ignorance no
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