Black Dynasty

Yeah Ohhh On god baby Yeah you ever seen a better king with a better dream A veteran that turned his hope into a cheddar scheme Once I awoke the fire spoke to me a better theme The cash money had my hunger growing like apetamine I was broke tryna find some dope that I could meddle in In biker mode from all the bricks a nigga peddling Man I was spotted I was posted I was settled in Cake on every corner working niggas like it’s Medellin Man I was thinking bout the top mate yeah Man I ain’t have the time to shoot around on box crates No monkey business I was moving with the top apes Putting master locks on the calendars tryna lock dates Nigga I got cake I love it all Got the spirit of a hustler I bounce around like a rubber ball I want it all the butter minks and the butter soft Told you life is a bitch and that’s the reason that I love her more Man that’s the reason that I swerve quick And that’s the reason that I’m dropping out all these lyrics like bird shit The only reason I twist up weed and I curve spliffs So I get lifted and take a seat where the birds sit I spit a few thoughts in time yeah My lyrics sting like the quills on a porcupine I get you killed for them bills that you lost of mine Big steel will make a nigga chill like a crossing sign Your biggest lines ain’t that respectable Your shit is skeptical Your shit is trash straight receptacle On top of the block on the hill I’ll make a spectacle When the glock is unlocked and it peel you’ll be a vegetable I’ll bring it with the metal down Before I trip and make the metal sound Hush hush nigga settle down If rap was a joke you’d be easily level clown I’m back for that smoke I squeeze you’ll be never found Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see Ayo his bitch on my dick cuz I get cream So I keep my tool up in her face like this a motherfucking death scene I'm bout my paper I respect green So you know the colors in my pockets is the colors of the jets team I'm flyer than a motherfucking plane up in a jet stream Them older niggas say I'm balling like the nets team I dotted niggas with them hawks that had them red beams Blew through his oranges like colors of the mets team So what you know was just a dead dream I'll have my niggas stomp you to curves like motherfucking step teams Leave you in a puddle like a motherfucking wet dream Then throw the heat on em like a iron when it press jeans See you's a dead feen that worried bout that low cake Me I'm bout that powder that be whiter than a snowflake I cook it up rock it down chop it on a cold plate Hit the strip with it then start bubbling like the old mase Cuz this a cold race that I ain't got no time for That's why I'm taking niggas out like dinosaurs I'm trying yall petty niggas steady trying to war I be moving backwards I be steady trying to find that raw I be slick all behind your whore I got your chicken legs snapping like its chicken from the chinese store And if you keep running out your jaw I run up out the four and leave you niggas sipping through a fountain straw Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see