Black Only (feat. Ikonn Polo Donn)

This goes out to all the ones that had to try and fail Murdering these bitches, hyperextending my injuries Weed in a plastic bag and bagging my groceries Up the hill is where my muscles are burning Hope that your Levi's are comfy Juice in my wallet I got leverage to turn a few girlies, cool it For instance, nigga, only sevens are interested Extra $25 a month, cause a nigga ain't got no parking tickets Benefits of driving drunk on I-36 when his mom picking him up Red Chucks, I ain't checking my phone And if I look cross-eyed crying, I ain't faking it Girls that make you late a bit Make you hate talking, conversating Hanging out down at The Park Villas Battling a rapper who's fakeness hating is Slurring down on my statements Cat fur shredded on my shirt and jeans Stranded on an island like Gilligan Standing at a crib with them college kids Money didn't come like I wanted to Stretching out the v-neck from the sweat Wrestling with my head and how much are Justin Bieber tickets? It's my last resort Nigga do a lot for a white bitch Doodle a lot if you creative Lightin' em up with the acrylics Fuckin' round, get my hustle bent This expo only rights in black The same hair color she had It's all fake though That's an ex for short story my treasure ain't in service Best of ten guesses is my heart a dick hurting? Laughing's reacting my emotions must be out of order Damn it, these habits got me stumbling through unemployment When my waist gets bigger Ooh boy, you don't see me in your future Tough choice I don't expect help I did a K through 12 I need an X for Racer while I'm cruising Mach 5 I want flashy green eyes Though I'm rocking brown or black I want curves on the set Tight britches, style sweat I keep my quarters in check Bus transfers extra 15 cents Girls, they make me anxious Thinking about how dank she is Standing at a club with five of her friends They ain't give you none cause you only 5'10" Friend zoned like I'm Clark Kent Friend zoned my second girlfriend She even love me when I'm fuckin' up Problem is, I can't fuck enough This expo only writes in black The same hair color she had It's all fake words that expose Pink and blue I sweat The stairs they cover my head I know she saw me ducking Ing, ing, ing, ing Ing, ing, ing, ing You just need a hook here? Verse He needs verses He needs verbiage He needs words on the page I'm about to provide that And I'm not gonna let loose all of my rage Or I might reverse let it out Reverse engineer it I'm not that fucking smart I'm talking about doing some engineering You know what you could also do is writing, Rehearsing, organizing Trapper keeping She could fight me so damn well I need more words and she's sleeping Backwards even I like to look at a girl's backside until we get even Da da da da da Da da da da da Da da da da da Da da da da da Da da da da da This expo only writes in black The same hair color she had It's all fake words that expose Pink and blue I sweat The stairs they cover my head I know she saw me ducking That blondie got sorbet on the tux That model walk turned into a tussle You gotta start embracing the bucks Skinny nigga start embracing your lunch Man I heard you started munching on brussels I'm finna shop, yeah, got me some bundles Cody got me, bruh, stuck in the muscles Pineapple Coconut ain't up, but I got you