Lyrics:
What it is shawty? Can I roll good?
See you impressed by the game like ya s'pose to
You see rap stars with cars and black cards
All you get is convos,
cheaper by the batches
Way before the days of track streams
And the datpiffs
Socials weren't go make em gravitate
Talent was the magistrate
My hooks
And all I want for Xmas is my two gold keys to my gold jet and gold house in Waikiki
Imma need a Discman to play this Kj cd
We all be doing way too much for
Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
living by a vestry
I know the mind of a king ain't empty
Thank the Lord, I know that he blessed me
My time's nearer, I see clearer
My ex calls me but I
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
don't let it fall)
(You better keep it up, ya)
(Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, c'mon, ow)
We like them girls with the good grease
Girls with the gold teeth
Pro
knows for drug trafficking
Put a package on ya and trafficking
Your keys is know you key straps with them
I'm like hide the beast we know about ya
Molly
the Saints
Black-gold links clink, I’m drinking in your name
Saints, Saints, Saints, Saints
Killing all the Saints
Black-gold paint sprays the ceiling of my
cbd, I'll be free this evening
And D R E wit Eazy E cd, I need some healing
How many more albums shall I drop until I hit the ceiling
You tell me hip
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
City lights (Lit up)
They get me right yah, yah, yah
Ceilings high (Way up)
Issa vibe yah (It's litty)
Don't kill the vibe (Don't kill it)
That liquid
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
gold
Ma Story is untold
Black is not old
Black is not cold
Hard to unfold
We made by GOD
We never too bored
Fashion so sold
Tuseme kwanza Black color
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
fear
Yeah, y'all talked this to that I held my head and persevered
'Cause now the live wire empire expands with grands of fans
Black Sheep by popular
shit's promoted on there
Bro don't need it
They just want a photo equal to a hundred motives
They're like yea you're goin gold by these
Yo go for it go
ready they ready we ready
We ready we ready
Rip jeans and my polo HCO be that logo
Wheat timbs not laced up nauti fresh by the boat load
Red head red
Cam and Jay-Z
You was welcomed to city by Hov and Alicia Keys, uh
We from a different era
Our cloth don't feel the same
Ya shit is watered down doggie
convince 'em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my
black fabric
Black magic, rap magic, rap logic, Diggy got it
Check, D, on CD, now you fiend me
Big screen TV, now you see me, plush livin'
Touch
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
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