Lyrics:
(KE on the Track) kodak, Kodak Black
Balling on these niggas
Don't act like you don't know, pussy
Me and Momo riding in a Chevy
(We sittin' high)
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
clown
Black out, back out like a flimsy blouse
Fuck a track out, like racing outside, pussies chalked outline
Niggas can't be outshined, out rhymed or out
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch that train roll by
99 cars screaming into the dark
I heard the lonesome whistle cry
With
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch that train roll by
99 cars screaming into the dark
I heard the lonesome whistle cry
With
meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my
'round until she found her hidden heir
She laughed and dragged young Blanche out by her hair
At the hanging tree they waited, on the outskirts
the night
You make me feel high
It seems we're flying through the sky
A fire burning me alive
I'm losing track of time
And people pass us by
My eyes are yours
What you got hidden up your sleeve?
The tracks of the train that were bidding you to leave
When they say that you should flatter to deceive
Don't
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
And get
epmd, you be u.g.-in
On a heavy narcotic, such as speed or crack
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black
tention
Track hawk to loud when I skrt cause attention
Stack to the he roof then we blow out da ceiling
Tip off his lips if ken in his mention
Top of da
(furiously propelling the boat onwards)
Down once more to the dungeon
Of my black despair! Down we plunge
To the prison of my mind!
Down that path into
I'm not fucking spitting
All right, but
Need to start asking yourself
What would Jayden do whenever you get into A dilemma
Better to be inspired by
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
right or wrong
Pull up to the track and then make sure he lacking then bow, bow, bow Imma murder this shit
I ain't heard a word from this shit
Snap
If you want I'll follow ya
Heart got hallowed
A thousand times, yet I think I've fallen for ya'
When you're rockin' that top in olive black
Catch me
Passin' niggas with pants saggin'
With they hand on a black Magnum
To clap him backwards
So their last words is, "Kcuf meht nmad saggin"
That's
I don't care what they think about me at all In the first place
Imma get it
Oh God
he doper by the minute
They pretending they don't like and they
They think they're educated but they're just saying na-da
I see their lips a flappin' but all I hear is blah blah
They talking drugs and money
at
So dope with the raps that you
Feel like you smoked a bag
Every time I approach the track
It's the Nerve and the Chill
And we murder bills like Kim
you're just as filthy as me
Busted up leather and spiderweb lace
Tracks of black lips and fallen grace
Tattooed shadows in neon glow
Ah, we're going down
With skinny jeans, lip rings
Black hair and a bunch of eyeliner
And I'm stuntin' Co-Op, it's
My only fuckin' designer, so
So fill me in, ladies
What's
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch that train roll by
99 cars screaming into the dark
I heard the lonesome whistle cry
With
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