Lyrics:
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em
M-I-double S-I-N Linx, missin'
mimosas loveliest weather
I'm a movement by myself but a force when together
On some fabulous shit I swear you make me better
You know i'm flawed
But you
Benji, Benji
Yeah, uh
If the paper ain't green can't trust it
I'll move on fast
Ain't nothing
Trying to go score for score
With a man like me
You
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
equip when I whip them
You say how can I make these dirty raps
Number one albums, back to back
If it was 1950, do you think I sell, no
They probably
together and I'm back rappin better then ever
Lil fame lil money dat make these niggas hot
Back in the day I woulda tossed yo album like I'm skippin rock
a bad bitch wanna spend time alone
Finna grab her by the throat, 'cause she like when she choked
Yeah that flirty shit, that dirty shit
That's why I stay
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
up on Weezy,
Haze smoke in the room,
Cough, cough,
cnd it got my chest wheezing, uh,
No white, only green,
Throw your Ls up, for Leeds,
Man, I
En un momentito, voy a introducir lo que pasa y lo que va a pasar
Todos los artistas dicen que van a comprarse una casa con vista al mar
Yo
we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
together
Doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo
We belong together
When I feel blue you show me there’s green
Then the world shines as bright as can be
That’s why when
hoe
You gon loose your green like Piccolo
Remember when I used to sit alone
I'm not by myself incase you didn't know
Trynna get paid like a fucking
told ya
Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)
See why'all niggaz know why'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)
so you're out on
The Yeezus tour right now which, first
Your album is awesome the live show sold
Out at Staples on Saturday night
You got another one
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
gotta get an album out
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart
It's
why
It's not necessarily because you're lazy
But because of what's engraved in your brains by those crazy
Commercials and advertisements from
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
about to listen to the world's discography
Or even your man's album a mixtape
More like some idiotic sounds thrown together on disc tape
I just fixate
please stand up?
I think we have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just
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