Lyrics:
Performin' best in the poor regions
And expected to win big this award season
Meanwhile, I'm over here with the have-nots
Black, fat assed, nappy locks
[Kardinal Offishall]
Offishall (right)
Nappy heads true to the words aristocrate (true)
Brother function with an automatic slang
Yang makes the ying,
sacrilegious
these hoes love a entrepre-nigga A bitch gave me free skull by a condom dispenser
So I gave her my math if she calls I'll deliver She said I had
what's in there. How did she get in there with her nappy hair and chubby things?The internet was out and she just happened to be passing by. Time Warner, I
locks, aint means shit, but some mixtapes
And some easy shit to break
I learn how to fix after learnin' all the breaks
And yeah, they claim love, that's
cah dem man are getting bun
Oi, come against me and get spun, man I got the whole game on lock
Yo man just talk online like they ‘bout it
Man talk crud
poppers
But never for the coppers who
Say coercion is bollocks
I pray for forgiveness, love
Joy and happiness but feds always wanna cop
Boys and nappy heads
Soul reaper (soul reaper)
I'm his number 1 call me Ichigo
Dark skin slim fit
Nappy headed rasta
A Queen but I'm underestimated
Like Asta
By the men that
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
hog tied
See it clearer what the fuck I been in the mirror by my lonely
I'm no fog eye Let's be talking bout clothes
It's really only three seasons
Lost in the waves, tossed by the wind am I
Caught like a ship in the grip of a wave on the blue
Back in the country where mother nature is wasting
goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the console
Shit on you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole
Suck
in the booth , and I smoke by the pound
I'm the king of this shit nigga give me my crown
Been feeling hazy man I think it's the brown
They Claim they
love to where the independent game started
The 6-1-9, shout out to Jay-O
Masters Of The Universe, doing it in DayGo
I came up on drive-bys and chronic
me like marijuana high off eye contact
I only love her if her eyes brown
And can roll up without dropping weed while the top's down
Bring the ice out
Got enough on my plate
Why try n stir up these fools
My homie just hit me up
So I know everything's cool
But my other brotha booked
He never abide by
the dog pound
Young Vex was the white boy
Wayy and D Lock kept the drugs round
Every memory fades away
Old times cant stay today
Memories just memories
But
black, brown, even Japanese, you gotta love it
And you know somebody out there goin', "man I like the beat
The hook is real tight, but I'm a keep it
She too bougie think I lost my mind God hear me as I pray
Eyes wide, but I think i'm still asleep
Once upon a time I said my love is a dream
Eyes brown
like they IDs
I know some bitches gettin' purses off of IDs (facts)
I got my city on lock and the master key (yeah)
Pussy so good, make him say "uh",
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
should've been taught by dad
But learned through the crew, lessons between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, it ain't a thing they could do
a love-love-love
A love like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your bitch in the club like this
Seven zeros, need my pub like this
Stuck in
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