Lyrics:
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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 rather
be very afraid
Desolation is key
My hip two guns no safe on me
Got to roll my weed in a fronto leaf
Drift off Zen mode like a bonsai tree
Black screen
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!
arms
And thy wetness
On glossed lips I taste
Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced
With thick unguent rum
Black-rayed suns and Autumn
Always in season
So from CD to TV to movies back to rhymin'
My lifestats makes Jordan's six rings look common
Ya'll hate, I retaliate, just by being great
Big Will
stoppin
Celebrate your live everyday like your birthday
Tell fallows is my way or the highway
Amanda they got the keys, search for the numbers
Call P JI CD
contrast so it's layers to my writin'
God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher
Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'
I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys
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,
in their head (uh-huh, I do)
They don't even see my bread (uh-huh, oh no)
Oh so, oh so fly (wow)
Cool as I wanna be, one hell of a guy
I keep 'em
Detroit
('troit) and every block (block)
I'm down by laws, screamin fuck the law (law)
D12 in the house
(house) we the best you saw (saw)
With a Sqwad
Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
Balance sheet too whack
Non blacks on crack but blacks still can't crack the fact that we're last
Gotta pull it together
By the time that it rains
We ain't
on the mat
Balance sheet too whack
Non blacks on crack but blacks still can't crack the fact that we're last
Gotta pull it together
By the time that it rains
codes to let all hell rain if he sees
Fit
If he thinks we're changing seasons
He of course opens the briefcase
The key, twists
Flips the safety flip
out the sea foam
Giving you the Willie's as I'm stepping off my steamboat
Left here by the gods and beheaded by a rod
I've some deadly black spots
gon' come for your top
Yeah, when you doin' you, they don't like that shit
I hold it down for the clique, with the types of grit
G-Malone CD playin',
going in
a Miracle there's still a me
ain't the only thing my go to giving
I thank god he keep things clickin
open door season receive them keys
It's
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
possess me
I remembered I had the manager's key
From head to toe in black the devil did dress me
And I returned to commit robbery
I didn't rob that
When I was tryna put a key in doors
You was probably at home banging cod on ps4
But I ain't gotta put a cd in and let the cd spin
In the hood you can
the other Debbie
Debbie the teacher?
Oh, you mean, Black Debbie
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, why is she "Black" Debbie?
No, not in a bad way
It's just
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