Lyrics:
niggas say I'm heavy
Hitin real hard, never did roid
Fat ass nigga, we'll fuck a yella broad
Are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down
Swang
and grind
Yeeee
Vibes and Jigga (pull up with the wave)
I'm that black n***a
chilling with the gang
Hard guy thriller.
Pull up with the Glock
loved by you
You know I need to be hugged by you
And I can't wait to be touched by you
'Cause I need to be, 'cause I need to be
How many niggas
black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my
take a nigga tennis
A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised
Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played
The beasts is crooked,
fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must
and pushed
Talkin' that junk like you had Black Bart at your back
Come to battle me and you get smacked hard as you act
When I rep-a-resent it, and will
lynch us
And they missin' us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis
A black eye
A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised
Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played
The beasts is crooked
Yeah, the preacher
Man I promise I been snappin
They think they all hard but they really be rap cappin
Since a youngin I been watching they movements
Assuming I ain’t
Yea
Uh
Yea
My inner cortex is something like a machine
Losers can't compete and these rookies not in my league (Nah)
And I've been known by prophets
Riding in town its business After that I'll see
Riding it down for me don't go And kiss and speak
There she goes that's my misses She ain't hard
fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must
I can't handle my drugs,
So blame Sha and his hand for the buds,
Before these vocals I was tee total till the AK,
Now I'm back and I'm buzzed
Get
for the goat
Lemme hear it four times who's next
As a youngin half black with a fro, Ma was always talking race so I'd fly by
Then she knitted up
the events connected from one to another
And the truth is too hard to handle
My logic suggest me to face the pain
But my heart fails me and I lost in agony
and touch me
Mr Black cracked his on that humpy dumpty nugget
Up at Snowbart
They blow hard
Yeah
Im making money
Try to sling it to a white bitch
Don't fuck
I can tell by the look written on your face
Envy, jealousy, sad face emoji
I ball like the big HNIC
Thirty seven thousand dollars for a car last week
I'm from the east hard head real bricks
No dildos these real dicks
She sucked on my dick just like she the vacuum
Treat my ex hoe just like she
I took the scenic route to get where I’m at
Can of dramamine with cannabis packed
You don’t panic, I can handle my ass they say I’m
High often
problem
I'd bring straight at ya
Only Youtube niggas bust guns on camera
I could shoot dudes quicker
Than paramedics can handle
Watch a motherfucker down
in time
This what they want huh
That black on black crime
This shit was made by design
And we stuck in it
Fuck we pose to do if you can't trust niggas
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
head like hard liquor, ooiiee
Cold spin the U-ey, teks out the hatchback
Gooey be the bastards
Punch buggy black attack
I wish to be, rich like daddy
But
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