Lyrics:
wanna be me
Know you fake, Instagram page told ya secret
No booty shakin' music when you pop my CD in
Play a crook by the book, I'm sittin' back
*SilverBlackGuerilla*
King, King King Kong
King Kong ain't got sh** on me
Hook1; Nic-key
I'm so serious,
Like a Silver Black Guerilla
Don't get
danced in paris
I swam in oceans, felt the scales
Put my cd in starbucks, it did not sell
Get the cd out my car, turned it into myself
These piano keys
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
behaviour
He'll be out in 6 that my black friend
They shot him in his crib
Got his ass beat up by those gringo pigs
Fired 6 shots while he was peein'
with Keys
I'm holdin' all the stripes and the solids in the pocket
Keeping a black ball 'til I'm ready to knock it
Aye
Wine pon it, baby
You know
that white just like my soul ain’t only white
Half my piano keys are white but then the other half are black
And THAT is the half that my hands like
roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin' on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac
She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like
Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice
On glossed lips I taste
Conspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries laced
With thick unguent rum
Black-rayed suns and Autumn
Always in season for our nightfall from
'cause my name maintain
The cocaine weight rawest nigga on tape
CDs we bump by the key
Plus the LP
Is guaranteed lactose free
Ay yo we
kevelli openly crush your whole roster
Juggalos got my CD's in thier lockers
And Ipods bumping that American monster
The horrorcores overcome by
Some
wouldn't listen
So now I'm on the road passing out my CD's
I been thinking so long that my thoughts turned to 3-D
Triple time that's a 3 piece, wit' some
a hunnid keys in a black Honda
You doin' that times ten, brick it, sell legit, on the truck haulin'
They don't wanna see me win, bitch ass friends want
shit hurt
Hey hey all this police brutality and black on black crime
Every time you turn around another nigga dying that shit hurt
Hey hey hey man this
not me" i'm a hater of peace, RIH
Like most of my OGs
Rest in hell you cronies
Fuck, I don't fight my fights
But mess with the
God yeah bruh fear will
clips
It’s Shihottie Season, getting benjys
Pushing big black Benz
Getting silly of the Henny, its never ending
I don’t got foes I just got prey
I do
Listened to some music cause it helped me calm my mind
Burned some files to CDs and I sold em for a dime
Dominated my neighborhood I had to think of rhymes
play my CD, I'm tired of this swagger stuff
All I got is a bag of skunk and some hairy camel nuts
Pourin' light into a bowl of berry captain crunch
duck season
I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing
Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger
You'se a baby piranha surrounded by
Master of Puppets and Justice for All
Load 'em up, Kill 'em All Reload and BRAT
Death Magnetic let them all Fade to Black
I been chillin' out in
gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
My brother got the same AP as me
I'm
fuck inprisonemnt
Look around for any chemicals
All I found was a cd of the black parade, i wanted to be joining
But not a single drop of poison
I
at
Any opportunities
Which I'm seeking
But y'all peeping
All my movements every track
I'm never holding back
Giving what I got cause I'm black
But I
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