Lyrics:
of a clock
You might get killed for being black, no longer state of a shock
Too many lames to keep account, like when the hell it's gon' stop?
Crooked cops
God gave me a voice
So now I'm gonna
Go for it
Go for it
Go for it
The angels all rejoice when we when we
Runnin a race and you gunnin to place
Evil Knievel ain't much when I do my stuff
Polo tee polo black cologne
Burberry by my nuts she won't leave me lone
The Levi's was on sale
But I ain't
Buddha-God, the sage shore
Salute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin you
Scarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you
(You stuck by two
Get it by my lonely
They know nothing 'bout me
They know my songs and everything but don't know my story
So many niggas gone before me,
Still, we
of women I've been dealing with?
I used to pop blues with my Lil' bitch
I call her boo 'cause her real one I will forget
I use a Uber to scoop me to SLS
What
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
of the universe
Who is this bitch?
You get somethin' for nothin' when you got to get the gas
Spit the game in her ear, tell her get on the ave
It's mind
When them niggas sending shots
They shootin' to get the spot
That I'm in, nigga (Ha ha ha)
You know what it is when I spin the block
(Ah) uppin' this
Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones
Will holding guns, we take flight with no fright
And attack, never fear cause our words is clear
easy steps
I'll show you how leadership looks when taught by the best
How to hate women when you're supposed to be a feminist
How to play
easy steps
I'll show you how leadership looks when taught by the best
How to hate women when you're supposed to be a feminist
How to play
And sometimes I get blinded by the shining from the lights
Diamonds dripping red and blue, they red and blue
sippin'it
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's
Ayo rob that fellow man
And give me his god damn jewelry nigga
Hell yeah nigga
Strip down, strip buck naked for a nigga
Get that for it nigga
Strip
them
That's just God way of telling me those songs suck I can improve anyway
My favorite color blue anyway
I mean, forget that phone
My favorite color
up all night until the early light
Man these niggas ain't serious
Do you know what type of women I've been dealing with?
I used to pop blues with my
Traitor women) gets scared
A big "fuck you" to those of you who
Have the audacity to claim that I'm so
Naive and stupid that I would allow myself
To be
had a squabble with my demons (yeah)
Ass round, skin brown, you know my weakness, God
Who'd have thought the kid that use to get beat'll come beat
Thinkin', "I want me a bad bitch when I get big"
They hug on the corner like California king
Cold hand all up her skirt, cars whistlin' down the road
See,
blue
My banisters blue
There's a hole that's in my heart all my women try and heal
They're doin' a good job convincin' me that it's not real
It's
Yeah. And I, oh, when do you do? She says, excuse me. The whole crowd went, oh shit. Let's see you get out of this one. Funny boy. Go ahead. Because
mercy
I got heart, I rip the party apart
From the seams and hem up like bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like 501
Brothers are live
to get by
We living in the matrix, red pill, blue pill a bunch of fake shit
Why we so complacent, lives so adjacent
Empire is makeshift, but B is up
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