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these niggas'll do to be in my shoes
I'm done playin' by rules
Learned from OGs, I'm retirin' the jewels
Everything is plain Jane, different day,

never understand her, Cause you know that I'm the man Now, woza banga, banga, banga,
Dressed in black and white like a Panda, they can never understand

I'm still wildin' out in my fitted cap
You can find me where da millions at
I ain't bout all dat talkin' all dat chit chat
I'm dressed in all red

THE BLACK DRESSED CLOWN

The curtain is opening I'm reaching the stage
The audience is laughing at my funny face 
White make up that hides my

Devastation, Or Moors
Elimination, By Spain
No sense in making, Title Caucasian
After a mountain's name, Between, Russia and China plains
Where Mongolians stayed

that its
Black
All my homies countin up the cheddar make it up to a stack
N**** be banging out till the night is gone
Keep they weapon by the scrotum

She says she love the way that Rolly hay
Gold ? so I call a bitch, know the thing
A couple features in the video
The hottest bitch already all up

Babe, I try, but I can never tell
If we'll be, or if we won't
If it was up to me, I'd send our doubts to hell
And make I do's of these I don'ts

fucc with the white hoes, the way we go up and compare all these gens

Had to get rid of all the fake love before I knew you was solid
I was scammin'

a schlep to find me
All these kats are old news quit prompting me
I don't cross ts horizontally
Looking like I teach trigonometry the anomaly
Imma leave it

and forth (no)
And I promise that I'll get it by force (on God)
Remember the all white Forces (white)
Now we in all white horses (white)
We used to hit

I love uptown but we was 
Fucking up council estates in our white ts
See I ain’t really been with the bros 
The bags big when you take risks on your

Mondays are a mystery, Tuesdays are all right

Wednesday's what I'm waiting for, especially the night

Thursdays are a tragedy, by Friday I'm uptight

you divorce yourself from
The right wing propaganda campaign
It’s all simple and plain
America customed the game
Your President got an African name
Now

I got over the vice
All the things I wanna do is
repainting them plain white
Then we'll get
the peaceful cheers
I still don't know
what's true for you

I'm in a race all by myself
A bunch of me's in the stance
Running out of love for these niggas
Like a hole in my chest
Fucking up a check once again

learn to love yourself, but maybe me as well
I had all these plans in mind
Lucky enough to ever even call you mine
Pictured you all dressed up in white

Tears for the Sheep

Atmosphere

Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs

2000

was trying to define success
All the self-proclaimed prophets dressed up to look like poets
Pretendin' to be martyrs that they're not
You can learn

help to ease the pain
Take a plain white piece of paper, and write the words all out
Then you crumple it and light a match, and when the flames burned

(skrrt skrrt)
I got the .40 on me, haul around a biscuit (brah woo)

Pull up in the trenches, bring the Maybach back (woah) 
All white motherfucker

I say so
We whipping it up like Diego
White in the pot and it's looking like mayo
It's a rock it's not soft what you take this for playdough
Flick

this plain white tee (while I'm in it)
G fazos on my feet (it's a G)
Fresh to death, ooo rest in peace 

chhhhh

I'm a always keep that drip on me (on

really fit my land
I'm sorry if you're bored
All the walls of you are floored
But I don't keep things I don't need no more
Got that plain house with one

this, 
both gills cut sick,
dope skills hunt with,

Freeze cunt sign these,
Eaze up my steeze, 
See some white Ts
Bdubs Nikeys, 

Felt those right hooks