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is like his daughter it was murder he wrote
Felt like a Black God Father from the Midwest coast
And since the day he left this earth my Facebook no

for a boy to become a man
And most of the kids in the street don't act like it's cool to have a plan
If you Hispanic or black then most likely you don't

shit be atomic
Like an avalanche. Yeah that shit be plunderphonic
Like the black keys. Yeah that shit be pentatonic
And get on your knees and you'll see

I love ya
I love ya
You know how we get down
It's by any means necessary
I love ya
Man I shed tears writing this shit
On everything
Hmmm
It's Jay

Ay, Pro-Club tee, black jeans on
I don't need no these imposters
Takin' my boys off the corners
Dealin' with GOAT level problems
So no offers
Or send

a
Hook in their teeth then I flick back
They can’t talk about a big trap
Mula bought a house wid da keys that’s a big trap
But I dunno why they doubt me

a damn bout the trauma come after
Don't give a damn that the momma gotta raise ha daughter cause father was shot by a cracker
My daddy was barley in 20s

to think it's hardily coincidence
I'm Robby B, got all the keys
I'm finna go set all you free, just follow me
It might sound like a song but be philosophy

pimp is inside
Broke her off that good loven put her ass to sleep
Went in her purse and jacked that beeze for the master keys
Cuz I know that her hubby

It’s ya boy Coffee Black
It don’t matter where I’m at
Get the dough get the bag
You gone find me with the racks
I done been a lot of places
Counted

no trouble, no trouble

Sunny Drive, sunny vibes
On CP time, feel that line
Lemonade my wine, down time
Driving on highways, 95

I'm a cute black boy

Produced by: Jacob Radin, Byron Beard
Lyrics: Jacob Radin, Matthew Kolonis

Yeah
Said I been bad, talking past tense
Had to level up, haven't looked

shit be atomic
Like an avalanche. Yeah that shit be plunderphonic
Like the black keys. Yeah that shit be pentatonic
And get on your knees and you'll see

steady trapping these black boys
Got em thinkin they can't work for themselves
Treat our lives like movies on a shelf
So what's the point of life if I

probably the song where the lyrics aren't trash
Articles actually answer when I aim
Best boy back half black with no shame
Nickels to niggas never mention

the hinges off every door/bvelela ni sa kho tongisa sa do ramba vhaloyi/u dzika ndi zwa ndeme calm is key part essential my boy/the no handout taking solo

the game skr 
I'm too busy stacking cant here you haters 
How can you hate cause I ball lakers 
They don't wanna see us win Dj Khaled major
Keys black

gotta do more
Serve musical keys, fiends pay me C-notes
Think you Al Pacino? Little boy, I'm Vito
If you really want the bills, sorry I'ma veto
I be

nog
Chilling by the fireside
You and me Snuggle up like
Fa La lalalalala
I told St. Nick that you're the gift the I wanna see
And Now I'm present in ya

Written by Christo Andriopoulos

Came up writing rhymes
Spittin' bars
On the black top
Hungry for a better life
But I ain't a have not
I just wanted

that AK-47 be spinning men 
Obama was Black and I'm proud but fuck that my favorite President is Benjamin 
Just like the Reverend I'll leave you holy 
If

talk's in them two
You know as well as I do

And corduroy ripped out the knees
Runes all sewn into his face
Says I knew your da, boy, your da and me, sure

pumping I’m like crypto litty
A couple months later I was flying out the city
Sitting on a little bit of nothing
Ive been cash app trapping by the flick

facelifts, couldn't see Tim if ya raps had LASIK
White tiger fur coat that safari swag
Fly as Marty Mac nah flyer than a party ad,
Deuce seater Ferrari black