Lyrics:
try and open y'all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin' all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by
at AirBnbs, hotels
Trying to make the album
Trying to make When It's Dark Out
And take it there and be great
Dear Gerald, life changed since you dropped
champagne in a all white Lambo
Black boy black boy I ain't really different
I'm just done getting fucked by the system
Grew up from a crack in the concrete
I did or was to become. I shall explain
later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for
a great body, but your record collection sucks
I'm afraid that I'll never learn to live
With what you call "alternative"
Unplugged albums and charity
the other thing I wanted to talk about
Is someone that you guys have never gotten to meet
Um, is your five great-great aunts
Probably by the time you guys are
with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,
on the floor
Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll
Yellin', "One, two, three, four, five
I am the greatest rapper alive"
So damn great
nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you
to bleeding hearts
Maybe you'll figure out some day
That those White achievements
Were made by your people's foes
Opposite is actually agreement
Maybe you'll
Alright, okay
How you feel?
Feeling great
What ya want?
I wan' do it to death, what's up wit' you?
You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black
Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there
Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair
And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door
And I'm
Yea god is great
He's definitely great to me I know he's great to you
Yo bro we've been waiting for this album bro you know what I'm saying
I know
I'm who these hataz hate to the 3rd degree
They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm
Off-Whites
Like I'm Celie (She at), yeah
Like I'm Celie (Celie), ayy
Got them Off-Whites, Virgil, ayy
Got them Off-Whites, Virgil, yeah
Abloh on my hurdles, uh
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck with the Wu, we busting ya whole snot box
Million white ears and your bitch up in
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
to thrive for great
And live Day by Day
I might break down
I might lose hope
I might fall back to my old self
I might lose truth in the white lie
I might fall
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
and bloodline
Decimated by white men never hesitated
We the people were blindsided by genocide
Sergio Chorus
Stand back stand by thats a threat to my black
with pride
Let the white men die
Great spirit, thunder birds fly
We are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky
Spirit horse ride for me
Great
gathers up the reins, and turns his horse's head along the road by which they had come)
White Knight: (to Alice) You've only a few yards to go
Down
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