Lyrics:
Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews
Kid I ain't got Nothing 2 Lose
There comes a time in your life that get trife
Designer black and white drip like a Panda yeah
We do not shoot lil techs can't do no ransom
One puff he end up on Mars yeah
Two fast take off and I'm gone
the feeling that
A woman is behind it
So I'm always chasing tails
The real-life Sonic
And I'm always spitting fire half black
Half demonic
Nah, I'm half black
out beyond me
And make moves with more strategal than the army
Freak freak, y'all, and it don't stop
It's Black Sheep on the street with sure shots
Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block, two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains
A motherfucking lap dance
Shorty gon' do whatever say she's a rap fan
Every nigga around me robbin', Batman
All black coupes all black wheels
Step out the line
I'm
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing
It
Told 'em they want to the kid to pop out better bring that bag out
Takin' headshots with them 308 gon' make 'em black out
Think they got me pressured
at the world its bleak
It feels so gray now
I cannot vibe with all these sheep
i'm finna break out
x2
Verse 1
Everything feels so basic
Everything feels so
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
to come up off of me
You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet
Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock
exactly what I mean
Fuck the middleman, I said that in 2003
Was eighteen, White Lincoln, chrome feet
Black .40 was my pillow, every night I go to sleep
Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't heard
for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
What they sneak dissing 'bout? Got shooters to get 'em out
For a feature from me, a nigga a get and gone
My
strong for us to break it
Willing to do what it takes for us to make it
And we can overcome anything we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by
blastin
Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum
Gangbang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil
With homicidal intentions, I reign
hell no, ya gotta go
Ya finger getting ,...way 2 close to da booty hole
Black fist, strong, solid, planet fitness
This ain't no Christmas tree, it's
played a game of NBA 2k
What? You gonna come clean, what
'cause I whooped your ass?
You wasn't even playing, nigga! Get
The fuck out of here, nigga!
You
to drink, plenty to smoke
That's what I'm out here hustling for
We all need to be strong, for the ones we love
Can't hesitate to help the next man up
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
with out the rough raps
Paper, I got to touch that, you want bitches, I want track
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo, I know this ho that'll set chu' up
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