Lyrics:
all my stuff, and all you find
is a pocket full of money count seven G's
Now you want to think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
grain of sand, I
You see I can make a ship sail, on dry land tell 'em yeah
I'm unhappy with all the powers I possess, yeah
Girl you're the key to my
bleak
Another train leavin' home
Conceding defeat with a low moan
Hangin' in a sky, made of stone
Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome
But I only spend outta selfishness
Just a young black man that be fuckin up Italy, tell...
Redpop Faygo in my hand
Tell em I'm on my Othello shit
Some say militant, others say rebel, well my intellet is on a different level.
The black to the heart with self-awareness darts.
You say it's
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
Like they shifting keys,
Of the black stuff,
I enter a space,
Where, I command control,
Like I'm shifting keys,
On a MacBook Pro,
See man clout up,
By
a city of violence
To homeowners in California
Could have been just another dead black kid
But instead I’m in here dying of boredom
I got the keys
I
your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!)
That's me the nightrider
Dressed in all black with the gat in
(Cha-Ching) the Amex Black
Shhhhhhh.......... imma talk smack
Fuck tomorrow’s Monday, fuck I’m back
Back to makin’ racks, back to work
But you know by Friday
It was early in the fall and a blowin' up a squall
From the trestle you could hear the weirdest moans
With a mighty lonesome cry came a whistle
grain of sand, I
You see I can make a ship sail, on dry land tell 'em yeah
I'm unhappy with all the powers I possess, yeah
Girl you're the key to my
Runaway Love, Reminisce and I'm gone
Off to the ethers where teachers reside, when I return it's back to mission I'm on
Bitch and I moan, never, I'm in
History, black history
No president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets try to flip some keys
So a nigga wont go broke
Then they put us in jail
Sometimes at night
The black sky shines so bright
Bring more light then the sunniest days
Don't you feel that spirit?
Dont you feel that spirit?
managing(huh uh)
Resorting to funds yet niggas steady gambling(ok)
Phantom of the opera
Black Sinatra
Kentucky Derby horses sure to trot ya
Just for
the ocean-side, I moan and weep
For satisfied I ne'er can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
For black is the colour
and underground. Yes the black buzzards smile. Oh yes, the gates moan. Calling for me to rescue. They all weep into my bones. Summer dress. Handsome smile. Lovers
the wheel
Real fashion feel
Tri-Jack it, black it for more
Handcuffs with special keys
Triple locked and been down defiled
It's a V. S. I.
Throw
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
here cooking in the Blakery
Fucked your girl so good that when she moans I have a change in keys
Nothing's ever stopping me, feel like I'm the best to be
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
History, black history
No president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets try to flip some keys
So a nigga wont go broke
Then they put us in jail
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