Lyrics:
life by its fangs.
Chorus:
(Bet on black!)
Seeing how red is what first brought you to me!
(Ride on!)
The crowd who placed their bets can reap their
I regret that, I had some minor setbacks
Old people thought my future would be jet black
All my years growing up, I thought life was a game
You
DJ Pimp, you really hooked it up on this one, man
You're the mack
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When
Everybody gather round
I got something to say
I'm tired of all these talking heads
Spreading messages of hate
Everything's not black and white
a Reason to Kill Us
Cause they don't need a Reason to Kill Us
They don't get in trouble when they Steal life
You can tell by Philando and Tamir Rice
Any
To taste you so please to taste you so please
Because you steal my breathe when i steal your breathe
I kiss you down low after you kiss my neck
No disrespect
making money
Cos they always gon steal it's a black trait dummy
Sorry
We couldn't make it there till like 4
Road block president in town we were stuck..
Thug from the past
Sold drugs by the slab
Use to transport coke through cabs
Like a fork to the hill
Until my nigga Black got killed
Talkin' guns
These
a world, in a world of fate
We live in the word, where the Spirit is covering
Trying to seek the Living God face to face
The suffering, caused by poverty,
but they can't steal our problems
Life span not long anyway so let's time them
They wanna be just like us baby we popping
Believe in your black cause
the fits
Point me to some drip
You ain't have to steal
You just went and found a reason
I swear I didn't feel real
But I had to go see it
Black Lives Matter
ninjas did
Your laughter is a clanging in my ears
But my anger's misdirected by haranguing all my peers
'Cause i saw the dude who took it, he looked a tad
no mistake
See the black impala is coming we must escape
We selling narcotics we posted nine months straight
Homie had a bag but he spend it can't
to sell another meal
My pants they saggin' from them hundred dollar bills
These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steal
These haters hate
music tracks about to sell another meal
My pants they saggin? from them hundred dollar bills
These haters hate but they don?t really wanna see the steal
steal your money by just signing with a biro
And tomorrow you jump and call them heroes while their manifesto zero
Ina echekwa echi che maka obodo ọkụ
Man I'm too real, I keep my steal, No I don't fuck with niggas (no I don't fuck with niggas)
I'm in this bitch with Pradas on, I don't even notice
Blood rich fueled up drain me til I'm fully bled
I'm fashion heart stained black but show up in the red
Vampire green eyes translucent white skin
Non
want the racks
Use to wanna steal your chest, but i see aint no love in that
She like the way i eat her flesh, like a zombie attacked her
Im from the 803
Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back
this
Specialist
Black
Testing this will get ya necklace jacked
And named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly
make it out alive
There is a town at the bottom of that hill
They got a secret that they keep like a slave
They got a black magic preacher (ooh)
away
I came in by myself, they ain't listen
I was the nigga with the ticket, the one had the ambition
Came up runnin', we'll take off from them cop
"Shave all the hair off your butt and glue it to your nostrils"
OK
"Steal all the milk from all the supermarkets and put it
Back in the cows"
Alright
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