Lyrics:
say it's because we walk and talk this way
Though their daughters got hit while worshipping false sabbath days
To the Grim Reaping that black sabbath
The Demons ring the Sabbath bells
Rejoice the witches chant
Preper the sacrifice - by fire
The blood runs black through heavens shell
Declare the witches
I've been waiting all day
For a miracle to happen
Should have known better by now
It's gonna take a bit of time
It's gonna take a lot of patience
It)
I kill in my black tee
I steal in my black tee
I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You can catch me all
managed to make it back boy
And I'm out here sharing my black joy, black joy
Branded by my skin; it's my melanin
Showing off my powers like I'm heaven sent
Yeah
Everything around you, what's it coming to
God knows as your dog nose
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath, bloody sabbath, nothing more to do
Living
a slob, he's obnoxious, he's a misogynist!
He hates women! This shit is toxic) yo bitch, stop it
I hope your pop get his wallet picked by a pickpocket
the rap, the brother got the rap
The born loser, not because I choose to be
But because all the bad shit happens to me
I got kids, but their mothers
and Judas and all tunes prudent
Seems tame now, but then it was devil music
Rick six, the nickname clicks
Makeshift altar in a clearing in the sticks
Demons round me It's a black sabbath, Boy you know that's
Word to Ozzy Say she wanna get a litty, we can pop a molly
I smoke like Wiz Khalifa, baby, I
you think I'm finna do
(Man I gotta go get it)
Winners make a way
Losers make excuses
(Man I gotta go get it)
Winners make a way
Losers make excuses
Fuck that (word up, nigga)
Dedicated to the winners and the losers (can it be that it was all so simple then?)
(Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land
couldn't see the fruit in all them autumn days
Let it fall
I'm the shooter and the victim
(The shooter)
The loser and the victor
(And the victim)
I'm
Okay, my hat matching my bag (hey)
I guess we buying all Black (okay)
This 4C, this ain't track (yeah)
So if you touch it you get smacked (okay)
Made
you know what it is
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Y'all already know what it is, man
If you don't, you should by now
Reppin' my town, when
lost the onions, no makin' up
No blunts but y'all fake as fuck
It's gym time and I'm shapin' up
I've been foulin', when Blake get up
You gon' waste
Wyclef Jean
This is not the burial, it's the ressurection
Hey kids gather 'round (All around the world)
It's DJ Muggs, with Wyclef (Yeah, all around
a black
Dap, dap, dap
All the sudden, a Mexican guy
Walks on the court and says
Stop the game, stop the game, stop the game
Gets in my face
Says,
it
I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
the
Fuck out of here!
When it's all said and done
Are you going to want to
Have kids? Get married?
Oh my goodness, i have to! I have to! Yep
I'm gonna get
faces
Black men all in black and a couple tracks from the lab got a black men all in white Places
Black men finally say I made it I'm headed to be
you know what it is
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Y'all already know what it is, man
If you don't, you should by now
Reppin' my town, when
handed me all of your lies (all of your lies).
But those days have gone, and it's time you caught on,
'cause this time nothin's gonna get by.
Don't
of y'all got it twisted, listen
(Not guilt)
If it hadn't been for God
(God did it)
You wouldn't have made it
Hey, don't get confused about who kept you
Hey
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