Lyrics:
Just to the hands of the law what happened to protection you provide
How many times yall lied on a young black man life
We need to run it back like
control of me
I'm lost at sea, out of your head
And if I should die today
I pray that it would be by your hand
Black cloud like a bullet black t-shirt
Pull
the raw hide grips
Rollin' 4-5-6 on ya cross eyed tricks
War type shit, so get off my dick
I'm wet like Pirelli's on the vet
Here I go, pull up in
way
Dark clouds where I walk
Roses die on spot when I pass
Black sheep by that park
The gene pool never planned for that boy
Don't get it twisted if
dig it up, this is fortune
This message its grave
On my tombstone
Here lies this fortune that laid
Time traveling, bringing with me my Journee
I'm
ON THE HORIZON WHEN THE BLACK SAILS APPEAR
A DARK SHIP CROSSING THE SEAS
HIS CREW OF CRUEL ASSASSINS EMERGES
LED BY A SINISTER AND DISMAL CAPTAIN
IN
at
Turning my people to hashtags
Hands up and get blast at
I see a cop and have flashbacks
I'm a black man in america I guess I'm a little bit different
I
the gas
Green like grass purple dark mask
Gotta get what's mine then I stuff it in the cache
Throwin hands Imma stand proud
Make a man down
Up in till
why don't y'all form, up a line
And get my autograph before I perform
Yo, Drake said that it's mine
Not yours, nobody else's
Not in stores but watch me
I'll do what I can
To take you off to the promised land
I'm a sun king, baby
Let me take you by the hand
Sun king, honey
We can rule across
I'll do what I can
To take you off to the promised land
I'm a sun king, baby
Let me take you by the hand
Sun king, honey
We can rule across
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
Never thought I would end up here
Among the funny mirrors gone black
Looking for redemption, waiting on confessions
Waiting for the crash
I can't
a mighty herd
Of red-eyed cows he saw
Oh, plowing through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Chorus:
Yippie-I-Yay, Yippie-I-Yo
The ghost herd in
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed
Sipped on lean now I'm feeling slumped
Sabe up dough then invest in a slug
Baby come arch ya back bruck ya back then I'll do my thing and be gone by
intimidated
By his immensity in demon power
While his face shown with a Satanic arrogant bliss
Then placing his hands on the arms of my chair
And leaning
the usual
Langston my cousin I'm with Lenox now
Black as can be I never been this proud
Shook hands in business now
Just call me William IV
And that's Lenny
fuck my girlfriend
In comparison, my penis is way smaller
And it's embarrassin'
Yeah, this is for my cucks, please stand up
Raise your hand if you like
Yeah
I’m deadly
Like a Mac truck
Hitting the back of
A black Chevy
Yeah
I’m deadly
The machete
In the hands of Thomas Vercetti
Yeah I’m deadly
and give it right back
For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans
Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Ams
I'm at the premiere
girls trip, Latifah
Uh, man this is Westside goals
They appreciate you too late, that's just how shit goes
Now get your hands up high, make sure you keep
girls trip, Latifah
Uh, man this is Westside goals
They appreciate you too late, that's just how shit goes
Now get your hands up high, make sure you keep
over the top, for good
So he writes her black letters
By the time you read these words
There will be no more war, for me
There will be, only peace
He
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