Lyrics:
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
on your tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin' like a candle
What you can do
to the cheery clouds
Freedom is the priceless air that is breathed through arms and legs
He saw her standing there
Lonely at the Cafe on East 13th St
Black Pearl
Water c-d
And get you penalized (penalized)
I promise you that you get your face kicked man (face kicked man)
Astonishing, you never know who know who
and brown boy call me Miles Morales
Swing around the city wit no sense of malice
Black and brown boy call me Miles Morales
From the train to block the city my
Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase
Rimmed with little key chain hearts
And they tore those giant tents down
Lions in the pouring rain
I'mma stay solid stand on all ten
Did this all by my lonely now it's time to win
I hope the lord forgive me know imma sin again
I mighty morph into
to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(What's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)
young ladies just drop their drawers
and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it
Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
From that
your favourite rappers
Selling CD's was the only way to make it happen
Going viral on Facebook in the age of classics
Will not read your letter man but
Got the girls, the cars, the money in the bank (bank)
Keys to the house, whip bigger than a tank
So much ice it's a joke, don't mistake it for
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
boys, and a mil', phat killas
Raw CD twelve, but don't mind that
And we should hit the telly up, I got the remy and the dime bag
Girl, if you're
tongue and her pink spot too
See all I did was lie when all she wanted was the truth
Pretended I was North when I should've just been hood
Black boy say
with an opinion fool
E-mail this to my publicist
So the media is gonna hear it too
You get on TV and get at me
Then I'm gonna get on the CD and get
I love my black berries
Timing be right, now we ripe like berries
When ya feel lonely just call me pon the celly
Call me on the celly real quick
Boy, I'm Will Smith-ing
Keep my mind fresh, huh
I'm in mint condition, okay
Watch that, top back, huh
I'm still wearing all black, I just passed
I will
of
Another black man
They can be scare of
Affected by illnesses
He’s not aware of
And mental illnesses
That got him messed up
I found love
On them rainy days
I'm telling a lie
I deal with stress by gripping a knife
Cuz everyone knows black boys don't cry
Everyone knows black boys don't cry
Niggas don't cry
Start fillin my lungs
Couple KitKats
And a Reeces yeah
Surrounded by snow
And it's knee-deep oh
CDs bumpin in the Camry
Found a rare candy
In the Safari
call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya
And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila velour
They say I'm unhealthy, hella handsome and wealthy (goddamn)
I look out for the family and I gotta move stealthy (oh)
I'm on my black horse, that's
lonely cause they never had my back
Ain’t nobody give me s**t b***h I got it out the trap
Imma get mines you better get yours
I was looking for the key
Black cards (black cards), gold cards (gold cards)
Duffel bag (duffel bag), made by Goyard
Can't get shit from Blank, bitch, he a shark, he ain't no
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