Lyrics:
no
I couldn't go
I knew in my heart
That you was
The one I had to hold
I was mad at myself
I had to know
But only time would tell
A year passed by
What
doesn't really give a fuck
It wants my life and it tryna act tough
Even though the light has it pretty damn rough
It needs to stop messing with the laws
It
doesn't really give a fuck
It wants my life and it tryna act tough
Even though the light has it pretty damn rough
It needs to stop messing with the laws
It
Diamonds, they shinin' brighter than the sun
How many glizzys? He keep more than one
Black and white bitches, it look like a nun
Pull out F&N and he try
crack, that glass pipe
I'm spitting that shit, y'all ass wipes
Oh, you rap too, bro? That's nice
Well, listen to my shit and act right
'Cause I don't have
the family, it won't ever be for stripes
I don't play about my life, my heart black as Wesley Snipes
And that shit is cold as ice, I got tired of playing nice
cloaked out in Minnewaska
Your posture
Keep it upright so you can prosper
A Ganga not bit by mites, he got zoster
A pet fossa, omekase from Masa
Dipping
a personality if I rap nice
Now I wanna fix it, say I’m acting different
And they all start tripping like it’s black ice, uh (Haha)
Had to be humbled
I looked
your keys
Door is right there, you're not in control
I should've realized this shit long ago
You are the reason I've felt so cold
And all of these
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
crashing always two by two
I don't wanna work in a building downtown
No, I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground
I don't wanna work in
behind me
I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat-Hey
Bulletproof windows, for negroes, that want to act
Don't want to face the fact, That
but my days! Must I shock her.
Diagnosis, paralysis, lo, I became a doctor
She cut me off mid-sentence like I'm rapture
Getting white-maled by a black
Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas
criminals and dons are relentless
Murders are common and senseless
In the ghetto trenches the stench is
Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by
black now looks like white
No bring witch Switch I bridge the switch
Real dogs backing hard are backing to bite
Some busy bodies better slow down it's not
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
protesting for the black lives
If we matter to you then you better get your act right
Keep your recognition, I give praise up to the Most High
I can't do this
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key
mask doing drive-bys
In hovercrafts black hover craft
Grey matter gats counter act
What better way to use
Crack to terminate blacks
Black got jacked now
to die alone
Got my 0ff White Caddy though, act like I still have the dough
Nice car but it's all for show, who am I kidding? I'm a joke
Off White
kid?
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin'
See a lot of these niggas bitch up
that I have once lost it
I want to be happy I'm telling the truth
I go by R.E.D but I'm selling the blues
Failing to do what I'm needing to do
You say
a lot
I made a deal with my devil, by 30 Take my soul
Might Fvck Tha World, No Relations Whosever involved
Bitch I came mobbin, I Came Robbin, All Black
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