Lyrics:
Chevy in my yard
A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard
White plush inside southern robe is fresh
Triple gold double-A Dayton's is the best, ugh
I
steeples
Yo well I'm back, throwing flack out the Pontiac
I got a bone to pick with white picket cul de sacs
It's definition: wack, the no through, rode
ou
Hey bru, have you heard of this Jack Parow boytjie
Spot me china, spot me
Ja I'm picking up what you putting down hey, I'm feeling your pain stain
I guess I saw him coming but
It still took me by surprise
A different man, a different place
But the same look in his eyes
He looks go good
yeah)
Got like forty racks stuffed inside of my jeans
It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free
I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef
Told you
of anyone tryna diss em, make you difficult to see like Detroit Pistons, list em, in the system, you shouldn't have missed em we shooting right by in
God damn I did it again, will I ever learn
You do the right thing you're bound to get burned
By the ones willing to fight, not shackled by a sense
a Strong Genes hoodie and some Off Whites
Making sure that it's Christ who I walk like
Soul winning in hoop shorts or a spiffy fit
I just lead em'
kid I need my cake
They still sending search warrants
Like I ain't beat that case
Bitch I be all on niggas heads like beats by Dre
Took a nigga work
im Keller - Kalk-Ablagerungen
New Jack City Patron', es ist Ek, der G van Dom
Bange Catherine Zeta-Jones und er lässt sie wieder flow'n
Rhyme
a brother rich, it’s a fact like that
(ayy) act hard, but you broke
Like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop
Cause all I do is count stacks
(Take Take
leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, white folk
If you pull up, then you're dead, uh-uh,
Wreck League, check, protect ya neck
Stop the presses, I stress the second guesses
Punks jump up, we ain't stressin
Just aggressive by fear to beat
[Intro]
In New York (it's comin)
In Detroit (it's comin)
In L.A. (it's comin
No, it's here)
The Batterram
The Batterram
(Went through my
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
of fiends and hypes
Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white
Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks
Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo
'Cause I don't run rap no more I run the map
A small part of the reason the President is black
I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack
Talkin'
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
doing alright for the shape I'm in
Sitting by a fire with some damn good friends
Willie on my left, Jack on my right
Blowin' that smoke on a Friday
Freezing had me feelin' like an orphan
The pain stingin'
And gettin' stung by a hornet ain't the same
Neither it run further and way deeper
Than
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
Snake eye jack cops
play my black opps
bake my crack rock
rake my cash crops
Fuck the police, when im Stalking the streets, tall white cunt brain dead, 64
Sometimes like a dream you come cut
From the same cloth
The light in your palm so white I feel it in my heart
Horse hoof imprint on the saddle
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
.jpg/300px-Mitch_Ryder(ThKraft).jpg "Mitch Ryder & the Detroit Wheels")
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