Lyrics:
in jail
Tryna make a plate anybody seen the scale
Lets go!
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be god damn if my rims ain't too
My
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my off whites
Blue cheese in my off whites
(Uhh, uhh)
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my
Light work
Forces blue jeans and a white shirt
Well it might be, Though it's likely
That I'll be in forces and a white tee
Yeah you've got great
and black and white
And black and white and black and white
No, blue and green and yellow and red the radio only plays in
Black and white and black
where I've been just look at my hands
Yeah I've driven by the white house and spent some time in jail
Mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail
I
in jail
Tryna make a plate anybody seen the scale
Lets go!
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be god damn if my rims ain't too
My
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my
on sight
Zev Lover, gave it the first light
A grin shows a trick up a sleeve
What a tangled web they weave
Deceivers, stupefied through fable
Say
red, white and blue, that's the pride that we wear
In spite of the flaws, we'll stand together
Strong and proud, we'll rise back to our glory
Raised by
but I think they're great
Like sodium acetylsalicylate
(Sodium acetylsalicylate)
I wake up each morning a most happy man
I cover my Pic-O-Pay with
you wear
It's all over now cry
Two shades of blue
Tangled up in you
Don't be sad if I say the wrong thing
I don't lecture any more
Take a walk
The kid heard the word up in Brooklyn.
It was his second year of medical school.
He went and stashed some jeans into his guitar case,
His father
Do you resent the fact that people
Make a special deal out of you
Perhaps becoming a white champion in a black dominated sport?
(Yo, I fuck up
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still
or within
You wanna light me up, first you gotta blow and then you breathe in
Light a fire in the water
Shine a light into the dark
Hold your hand within
believe in signing, I see dollar signs
Color white collar crime
Good God, the gift of freedom
Hosena Santa invoked and woke up slaves from south Hampton
Well, you met her there on a New York City stair
You were throwing up on your shoes
Tryin' to write the great book well it really had you shook
Well, you met her there on a New York City stair
You were throwing up on your shoes
Tryin' to write the great book well it really had you shook
the wild blue yonder
Dark matter tangled in our spider silk armor
No matter the distance Ill pitfall across
Problem resolved ignore the jaws under the red
at home, and daddy's still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't
in jail
Tryna make a plate anybody seen the scale
Lets go!
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be god damn if my rims ain't too
My
them in by the caseload
I'm a boss like Rozay
Young Guapo got niggas on the payroll
We used to it, not new to it
Just stacking up the paper
Went from
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