Lyrics:
chances all black dice
I talk slick but I rap tight
I've got the hunger and the appetite
Bitches get left when they don't act right
It ain't fair but nigga
gone
I've been hitting licks
I've been getting bags
Ran up in the trap and got rich
Took the drugs and
I took the cash
Put the gun
In between yo lips
to go
So you can cut my hair anyway you like
You can use a scissors
Or you can use a knife baby it's all good
It's alright i just wanna be touched
By
There's fucking magma all over the place
I've just messed up my whole shitty face
I got some make-up and black-paint on nails
I'm emo as fuck, hope
Ohhhh... that's how you feeling right now Tone?
You know they can't rap with us
Black by
Black by
Black by popular demand, on demand
And I'm Black
And tryna' blame your boy for knife crime (like what?)
I don't use a shank, I got money in the bank
Man, I'd rather do a drive by (dickheads)
Mad, mad
to her
Black dress and I'm flexing her
Black tongue got a hex from her
Her prints on my lips, speak a whole lot of death
Her lips on my lips left her
To descend these city streets late at night
I've been searching for my bite
They say I inspired, but I'm still looking for my fire
These lies have got me tired
Yeah
Who's got that style sick?
Rip up the mic, clout, go wild kid
Money coming now I've opened my eyelids
Middle finger to the sky
I'm a rudeboy
all night
Strangling my mind
The knife is on the table
By this letter that I write
Pretend it's all fine
Til I sink below the line
I'm gonna make my
'Cause baby I got to get through
Crumb by crumb in this big black forest
Maybe in you I'll believe
Maybe I'll believe in you
Suddenly you're not
just ain't hot
So you busters stay shy
What the fuck do they got?
Watch your mouth what'd that bitch say?
That went way out
No doubt hit by the ricochet
never seen this side of you and if you've got the time to listen
Listen to my heartbeat
Feel my wet lips
Ms. Parker don't you trip 'cause
Girl, I know
Every day been trying to get away from this life held me by my
Throat with the blade of a knife I can finally breath omg feels so
Right I won't be
living ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspecting a war
But the real war is to follow
dirty
Not the one to be swept up
step up, I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no concept of life or death
All I want is your last breath
Give me
not home
Roll the dice in the villas
You can lose your life in the Millers
I'm on my APs and Qs, got A keys to move
ACE-3s for 2s
I've been from
gamblin
You know how handle shit
I hope yall be hearing this
Cant be woken by my dreams
Ive been token on this weed
Got me flowin like a stream
Best
To create a fortune
We conceived our own once
But opted for abortion
And the ones we brought to life
Soon became orphans
A black white house
Created
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
been waiting, I’ve been waiting
All my fucking life, yeah
I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting
I’ve been fucking trying
All this rap music, it’s black
about going through
I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? Protecting you?
But they'll murder you, player
Don status,
Meanin' give a fuck about life I seen my momma
Stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife
When I was three years old, finally figured it out
That's why
a strap
I got two bad bitches, them bitches black
Fly in the air, we smokin' on thrax
How you a black nigga bullied by Max?
We send a fuck nigga right
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