Lyrics:
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Ostrander, Skip Black
Bass: Tim Marks
Drums: Skyler Black
Keys: David Dorn
Bgvs: Skip Black
Mastered by: John Mayfield Mastering
Mixed by: Skip Black, Chris
at the wrong hour
Putting in work nearby a cell phone tower.
Ain't no Black power in diplomatic approaches
Hog-tied body for my deagle to be unloaded
Into,
It's 10pm and I'm walking again
With the dog ‘round the block, on my street
I hear the sounds of the engines howl
As I reach for the keys in my jeans
I'm a Gargoyle
Coming back from black
No faint or Saint just a Golden Doll with my third eye
Creating black holes using Flex Theory
Time dilates
Got no one
Blacked out coupe
Black heart frozen
Got no one
I know you
Have no devotion
Got no one
Blacked out coupe
With a black heart frozen
Got no
scrapes get scrapped by a plane
Or threats get made
By the other side of the world or right up the street
The only red or blue we fighting for is hanging in
ring bells, 'cause I skipped bail
And spit Poison like DeVoe Biv Bell
And if you're not black, go figure
Pronounced dead in the ER for pronouncing
to open doors with a half a key
Fish scale by the whale, call it catch release
No limit to it, no limit
I'm still with the go-getters and the gorillas
money
Uhh
Screaming "uhhh"; Master P
Baby, that ass looking like a masterpiece
Used to open doors with a half a key
Fishscale by the whale, call it
System on blast as the mothafucken one time pass
The key to drive bys is aim steady
Turn that bape hoody into mothafucken confetti
When you cross that
Thériault at Le Lab Mastering - Montréal, Canada
Performed by
Afra Kane: voice, piano, keys
Emilio Vidal : guitar
Christophe Farine : bass
Victor Garcia :
the blacks is locked down
And the white man's got the key
It's gettin' harder day after day
Somebody got ta pay
And in my closet lays an AK
The new
be
When the blacks is locked down
And the white man's got the key
It's gettin harder day after day
Somebody got ta pay
And in my closet lays
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
the knowledge and the blue strip six figures
And For my key to the city big OG's
And for my (hey) Black Kings and my Black Queens
I'm a Bruin, n***a
I got young,
Crumbling
Say the word I'll be there in a minute
Black mask black car tinted
Black 40 with the vision
And a box of black bullets for every black eye here in
the keys
Close your eyes put your hands out and type in 3D
Oh man
Black business in technology
Oh man
Guardians of the galaxy
Oh man
Feel like the sun
save a hoe cus I stay jumping hoes like Shaq
Stay wit the pole like Papp
Ain't been broke cus I'm paid by the boat like that
Panda panda, omg
Black
get yours?
Hustler by osmosis ya choice is
Be the food, or Be the ferocious
Tyranny to blame for this Tiger and The Lamb
Couple keys to success look I
be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more (??)
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
got two eyes to see
Yet got locked up by Lochie
And blocked by Policari
In the black airforces
Post by the key
Key of our dreams
This close to free
We
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
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