Lyrics:
by the grace of God, now I stand
(Jesus)
Somethin' special 'bout a young melanated man
(Power)
Kobe, Vaughn, Duck, rest in peace black man
(Yeah)
boxes piling, like a tower of amps,
Microwaving ramen, feeling like champs.
Parties in the dorm, speakers on blast,
Dancing in the hallway, memories
Yes yes y'all
The best y'all, yes yes y'all
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yes y'all
If I ruled the world, was king on the throne
I'd make peace in every
to be givin' there's a lot that she gave
There's not a slave, in this day and age
I'm proud to be
Black, god damn, I'm tired my man
Don't worry bout
from then you would know
That I gotta get mine in a big black truck
You can get yours in a '64
Whatever it is, the party's underway
So tip up your
from then you would know
That I gotta get mine in a big black truck
You can get yours in a '64
Whatever it is, the party's underway
So tip up your
average
Microphone abuser always been a loser
Call me Dan Krueger in your dreams I slew ya
It's weighing me down how I feel so numb
Fading to black as I
They don't wanna rap in the session, with slap in the session
That's like standin by Yasser Arafat in the session
And the outcome is critical, no jokin
to back, he is back 2Pac
He is back to pack, throwing party to party
Keep it black in black, kula skip on black
Kuropoka na kuleta blah blah hatutaki
Ndio
older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you
older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you
teeth
So much green I could lose
White in my pocket
I got black on the whip
Colored personality
It’s my time, this is it
Consciousnesses always gonna be
And I got bars yo
Yeah
Only black kid in a school full of Ricans
Athiest
Getting taught lessons by a deacon
Telling me that God got all the answers I'm
texted
Your patients with me grew restless
Couple months went by
I thought I'd never see you again this time
But colour party girl there you were
I went
aint safe, where I feel complete
Yea
They aint think I make it
They in disbelief
Now she wanna love me nah-na-nana
Spanish bitches fuckin leaving by
Yes yes y'all
The best y'all, yes yes y'all
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yes y'all
If I ruled the world, was king on the throne
I'd make peace in every
vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the stage
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop
crate
Bells ring when I come
Through the black gates
Skull pounds through my eyes from a candle
Watch the dead float by in the cornfield
I'ma carve your
excellence
Black excellence
Black excellence
Black excellence
Nothing out my league as you gone see
Have em Michael B in on the screen
Is that your king
Yeah
from then you would know
That I gotta get mine in a big black truck
You can get yours in a '64
Whatever it is, the party's underway
So tip up your
deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast
Bitch nigga
on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to wear my hoodie like that (like that)
Pile deep in the hooptie like that (like that)
Now I got black
on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to wear my hoodie like that (like that)
Pile deep in the hooptie like that (like that)
Now I got black
You know you bad you don't need no confirmation
Your skin tone light you half Black and half Asian
Came here with your girls ya'll in the party going
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