Lyrics:
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Fuck that, eight doobies to the face
Fuck that. twelve bottles in the case nigga, fuck that
Two pills and a half, wait nigga, fuck that
Got a high
taught by brothers and sisters who knows what it means
To be a black child or a white teen
In the end the youth is being mistreated
Which means the world
don’t even put the blunt out
Til its burnin up my fingers
Or somebody take lung out
Rambo, out that bando
I am that cold
Heard I got to black eyes
Where
Disease, infection, over night I die slowly
Covered in corn stalks
Protected by the oak trees
Freeze, motherfuckers
Get your hands in the air, motherfuckers
us to bring
Peace against the darkness, which is unGodly
So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow?
Use your own intuition, you
are getting shunned out while the fucking rats are glorified
Not where I'm from it's on site if your names on some black and whites
Take flight like
hatred
I’m reaching higher places
And I love and drink that sprite so much I get it by the cases
Just like Holes I fill the jug ‘til there’s no empty
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
black park it, guns
We spark it
Hit you in the back of your dome, from far
Kid dice kickers, gun clickers, run up
In the bank for ones, quick
The drug
know you gave this world your all
Tryna make a change
Gotta Keep on holding on
Til we see better dayz
People you tried to save live by different means
Of a case of that 40 year old man
Collins khosa, who was allagedly
Beaten to death, by members of the
South African national defense force
Last
of the 5th Ward Boyz]
We mob figgers
We to take the whole world out
At 50 states all Black God
After that, we still gon grind on the side
To make your
man acts
You can't blame the whole white race
For slavery, 'cause this ain't the case
A large sum of white people died with black
Tryin' hard
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
broke
Can't believe we were so close
Now you're somebody I don't know
And I don't know why I'm
Driving by your house just to see what light's
out in the Aspens without smashing that's just foreplay
Hit the connect hands-free by saying, "Jorge!"
It's Black Excellence nigga you can't get next
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
the alarm
'Cause I'm here
Yeah I'm here
Yeah in case you didn't notice
Take the cap off your lens
Lil' bitch and just focus
New Year new gear
Somebody ring
somebody, hurt somebody
Scared of the real world. Oh yeah
Scared of the real world. Oh yeah
Don't litter or score in the dark
Don't kill your lover
yo what happen to the truth
Yo somebody tell me why he shoot
He pulled out a gun and he knew he had to shoot
You live by the gun and you die by the gun
But its too many paradoxes in church
Another black momma hurt
Another man mortalized on shirt
Another will notarized by the clerk
Over like a quarter
that's what she said to me
Yeah she did, that you can
Date outside your race, i mean
I ain't supposed to show my love
Judge gotta like my case, I mean
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