Lyrics:
Roll streets with a black burner
Low-key, I get no sleep
No cold feet when asked to murder
I'm talkin' about track lists and verses
Not about them
Swag, that's not stopping
Just a black boy from Jamaica, Queens Shit hit different like Stranger Things
Went to college, went to law school Major
I'm a made nigga
Ima beat the case, a hunnit rounds, with the same killas
Ima count my cash a million times, til' my fingers brittle
Why these niggas
wanna be me
Don't try to copy, you don't wanna be me, don't try to put me on TV
Tryna stay low-key, I'm just a genie, servin' these wishes from Satan
all the time and I actually did the work
Took a minute now it's made life was dealing lemons but now it's sweet
To the moon like Houston but I can win
Say tonight, we gon' make love all night
Let's get high, real love never dies
Black stars in the sky, forever you and I
The way you wear your red dress,
sharp on the keys like a black note
I become more intelligent when I'm Rolling blunts
Blunt like darkness I only see stars
Wacko bitch out here judging me by my pasts
Ain't no love
Gotta get the pay on
Yo Nigga dead wrong
-
Fuck Nigga better know
Imma get to the dough
Can't waist no time ride around 5 poles,
Bad bitches 5 Hoes,
God knows
When your time gon' come
And your eyes roll straight to the back
Now you seeing all black
That mac go lean and that nine go clap
This that
didn't need to be the living proof
I had a smile on my booze, family history has proof, the addiction is bad, I was acting a goof
The first time I blacked
at home
Feds on the mission to catch man slippin'
By time they sniffin' along, man's ghost
Bro who do you suppose I could go to and talk 'bout a small
I'm your new A&R, Black
I'ma book some overtime, you write some more rhymes
And
[Chorus: 2x]
When I charge the emcee, equals a bar a key
Just
a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's
Young McCoy, yuh
This shit is for all you mumble rap motherfuckers
Specifically, no one else
Y'all better pay attention
Now I’m walking by these
be way down in my
Basement until police start lookin'
By the time they think that it’s me
You will be dead and cooking
I will eat you and burn all
Bag different my nigga only chic for me RIRI
Opa Locka my home but I traveled the globe
Fucked bitches in rome
Cribs in eight time zones
Fell in love
Down shifting on 'em 'cause I got weed on me
Smelly, green bud without any seeds on me
Chasing like I'm big time, holding keys on me
But I gotta keep
a hand full of keys to the doors for the dreamers
So high school was like messin up laundry
Fuckin with a colorful girl by the bleachers
But
Soon after
selection
Life ain't about you
It's about God's attraction
Heading to the gym
Going by yourself
If you don't post
Feel like it don't count
What a stupid
every sip
I black out start sayin stupid shit
Nothin you deserve I act like a prick
Don't know when to quit I just drink my fifth
Drunk in a ditch cuts
remember getting called from my best friend
said he saw her out in the back of a black benz
making out with some guy with an accent and
ever since then
the broad daylight
And by the time the smoke cleared
We were nowhere in sight
Sadie got an Mustang
An old '64
Sadie got the top down
And her foot
grasped in his hands.
Dark secrets unlocked by a verbal key.
Promises once mocked are fulfilled fatalities precede.
Screams distorted with blood.
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