Lyrics:
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the father
If he didn't love us, then why would he bother?
Universal mathematician, I shine like the sun
Look at how
Woke up in a black porsche cayenne, ay
20 pills on the floor, feel like dying, ay
Hang up the phone, too fucked up to be fighting
She only want my
The bottom line is money
International banksters, gangsters
Yes, the banksters, banksters, banksters...
[Intro: Hell Razah]
60 Second Assas', (black
I'm wasted, I'm faded, I'm 20 shots,5 joints I'm annihilated, I'm raided, too fucked up
I'm wasted, white boy faded, stupid face kid I'm wasted, I'm
ain't really the s***
They simply farting
By the way I've been disheartened
That's why I started
I noticed that ninety-nine percent of Black artists
Take
(If it ain't made by Twenty I don't want to hear it)
Yeah, I ain't a hood nigga
Yeah let's get that known
Your girl hit me up
She be calling my phone
parked at the crib, I call it Walter jelly
Blue and white new drop top beamer I call it poppa smurf
And if you take yo nigga work, call that a lotta
no pressure
My first house, 11.000-square-feet mansion
It was a haunted by dead bitch whites
Mad a nigga bought his crib, to hang up pictures
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
Life in General is to complete ya mission
I'm goin 20 fa 20 I see it wit clear vision
& I ain miss it's sumin like Tom Brady precision
Gotta separate
the momant
Right quick got 20s and more 20s
Spent that 40 on my wrist
Pull up on a nigga ass
And I'm out right quick
Lost 50 in a week, get it back right quick
at
Those is twenty inch rims not no hub caps
Rolling round the city where the plug at
New to the city where they does that
I be in the cut where the thugs
twenty-four inches is how low I let it hang
How 'bout the ride 'n let the diamonds smoke off the range
Just by the chain you can tell the big kid do a stain
dreams
Everything is just spieces of my stupid dreams
With the clouds passin' by
With the clouds passin' by
It's all right
7twenty7 is close
I want to pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Blow minds like Kurt Cobain
Open doors like Jim Morrison
I want the whole world to know my name by twenty
was the vocal point of black culture, in a place full of White teachers
White homies, white people
Detroit gave me culture shock
Chocolate on every
nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
(Listen)
Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks
Big Macs, fat
My world is white but I’m black panther bitch/when I started rappin I was slappin shit/man I been savage before 21/ridin w a baddie n she 21/I used
watchin me with recorders
My name Christian cooper, a bird connoisseur
Got my life put at risk by a white womans lips
Watchin birds in the trees
Thought she
acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
like they used to
And ain't no muthafuckin body fightin back
Pretty soon they gon be hangin blacks (why?)
Cause niggas won't react we're takin eye 4
get Money and I fuck Bitches
And they bout to fade ya hood because ya Big Homie out here snitching on Black and White
Catch you right there
to the back
Ten racks to the waitress, change all that
Twenty something years old, ass so fat
Them boys in the club, D hats all black
Tops coming off, ass
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