Lyrics:
black crows and packed shows
The Don voice stay pristine like I'm still seventeen
I'm rich, Black, African
Rocking the golden Mack
Shearling
right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key
this Drew Bledsoe and I look at you
Reaching for a gun you can't get to
Beat you to the stash
It don't matter what he grab when I flash
You can have drum
with the keys, it turn to keys, double entendre
With the partners, in Bahamas
Wake up in a different type of black
No feelings, all we need is all
world turns red
And green
With silver bells
I'm laughing while wrapping a box that you sent me
Full of your regrets
With a key
And a ring
And the gun
City
You have forgotten me, I have been tied to another world that has already been lost
2 Worlds tied by our memories, as you remember me everything you
exist, so for you it's unlikely
Housekeeper, you can dust it politely
Unless you want two black eyes like that SpongeBob icee
Little ol' me causing all
sticky fingers like Spider-Man, so I don't rest
And I never freeze, I took the Earth from Black Panther
Left Asgard, ass out when I shoplifted Thor's
keys are what keep me breathing
Pitch black midnight serenades
Have painted over the darkness
With the vibrancy and color of your voice
All these nights
get paid at
Off some silver ??
Dressed in black
Wit' two gats a glock and mac
You got's to play it like that
??? ?? and 'dem sacs
Snatchin'
Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas
footsteps, oh adversity Slim
Ignored and blackballed by those who hold the keys Slim
Fuck obscurity, I'll yell obscenities, make enemies and melodies
While I
fear:
"This night will be black
So wait for the moonrise
It will be the key for your escape
But you will always be caught in his silver light."
I have
bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut de fuck up and listen to me
I make these killings
I got money to the ceiling [why's that?]
Cuz I'm
A middle aged man with long black hair and a thick mustache and soul patch stands at a podium in front of a large crowd of reporters. A silver
be Carol City
Black Dollar, I wanna buy a house on every block
Build one bigger than Dolphin Stadium, young nigga watch
Captain Crabs AK shells,
Oh you say that you going solo? Stop
Who the hell is gonna get your soho chopped?
And your phone won't stop
Like flash, bring it back, every guy trying
infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the shogun was scared of him
Maybe
own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that
shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun
Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every
on walk to valet where my keys is waiting, ay
Paparazzi flash
I could do the dash in this lil Jag
Beauty of the week she came from Jet, I feel jet lagged
to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so
told me I was going crazy when I told her I wanted to rap
I would rather do this shit than be fucked by the system and work for the man
Pump the bass
I'm
with my shall (Marshall)
Everything is not shady
I'm Ascii
Music is to be murdered by Technique
and that matters (Methers)
I'm sick with the pad n pen
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