Lyrics:
poppies and cannabis
The Rocket man was all covered in roses
And you my rhinestone cowboy
An eagle will hug your chest bones
And you'll fit perfect for
the black son to make all fuckin' nine planets digable
With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds aligned
All the selfish will be dealt with by
of jeans (wow)
Black card, spendin' when I hit da mall (stuntin')
You can't catch me I'm so ahead of y'all (let's go)
Marco Polo (what?)
Marco Polo
par I'm supposed to
Always keep it real with the selection, holdin' you
Prince black Jordans, K-Swiss gear, remember lottos
Stash mad bottles, in
as hell, so i'm cookin up the chowder
It's laced with ingredients, gon' come on like gunpowder
Pom-pom! lick a shot, then I got to order
I'm runnin for
its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder
*CHORUS*
*Twista*
lord knows
its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder
[CHORUS]
[Twista]
lord knows
burner like WHAT
I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT
I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with
They like that black on black rims
alcohol (yeah, yeah)
My telly's a Desert Eagle for all the fucking shots I called
My niggas gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo'
four-fifty that street shit just in me
Bitch I brought my gang too
So you gotta fuck my gang too
Rims black, my Range blue
Nigga I ain't changed I'm
Tryin' to get my grims off
Nigga tryin' to flip and
It's a Mexican standoff
I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
Dressed in all black
Lookin' for
I spent a hunnid on Tees, money been growin on trees
We did it all for the culture, I black out everything
Coppin a chain for the team, niggas get
back, Instagram joined Will Smith
Eagles got the chip, shout to the squad
These fools was out here eating Tide-pods (what?)
Kim and Kanye had another
Black Beatles in the city
Be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
I sent flowers
But you said you didn't receive them
You said you didn't need
was stealing her father's horses
When he saw her standing there
Moon braided bits of silver
All through her long black hair
[Chorus:]
War paint
Now its Louis thirteen from a bottle of peno'
MGM gram like i ball at a casino
Stack my chips all favours a pringos
In the phillipines full of black
quarters to pilgrims; Thanksgiving
I ain't giving no slack, bitch I'm black
And the President ain't never been that
Shit I'm ridin' with Lloyd
He lookin'
Well you're dirty and sweet
Clad in black,
Don't look back,
And I love you,
You're dirty and sweet oh yeah
Well you're slim and you're weak
You got
The black mask boys bullies with the fullies hit another lick
Cash bundles and a hundred bricks
Everybody's fucking dirty in the gutter brother
Double cross
eagle I love this thug shit
[Chorus: x2]
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin' your thing
the forklift
The way my blood kicking ya think he had a black belt
My scale so big big boy can weight its damn self
2000 pounds of mid I sold that shit my
be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
So I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal
Twisting triple gold with the all black eagle
Got
on the porches
Trying to make the poor rich
'Til we make the Forbes list
Little men on the horses
Home of the Eagles trapping
Before the rapping and the numbers is
I'll pop a Desert Eagle at ya
Ain't no one can save ya
Check my AP, I'm so loaded
Fuck yo bitch, she so bogus
My lil bitches yea i buy them Rollies
Fuck
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