Lyrics:
Who cares? You said something
But I'm not listening
My whole world is caving in
I'm on a plane in three days
A date with the devil my fate holds
I
released
something recently. No doubt your contacts in the Stockholm underworld can
source that gem.
Got back the other day to find the pub
become percussion
And my fists become the rage
And I pound on this table
Till it gives me something to say
Then I think about things that I've seen
Right
but this time for something I didn't
In the booth, only time you might hear me try singing
My youngen back in the block, serving days, three nickings
dey do
When 'n dey come that time, 'n dey talk about say, "Test me, we go dey there"
Are you serious?
Is this how God dey do something?
The biggest
All these OG's and BG's and wanna-bes and L-O-C's
The only friends I got is my 2-1-3
Just my dog Snoop-T-Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E
Can't forget about my
Yuh ayy
Listen
Went to Texas for a few days
Wanted to scout out the properties
Lookin' like I won a lottery
None of the hate really bother me
to dwell on dreams and forget to live your life
if there's something holding you back, tell me what it's about
whatever you choose, it's your right,you can't
of a woman
I’ll believe that it’s for
Something till I die
If you put 2 and 2 together
And forget about that maths
And give us 3, or 4, or 5
Well we can try,
requires action, not just something you felt
Chorus:
I know what love is and it just don't stop
but I explain it better when I can say what love's not.
Yeah
meet
Ho ho weekend, ha ha party
Moo moo sacred cow
The White House some days
On the lawn
Well kept pedigree
Snap over bones
Surplus requirements
The chemistry is gone
Taken for a ride
Far away from you
No longer left inside
Actor with his trident crown and blindfold
Smiled and counted three-by-ninefold
Is
Black Child
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all don't know me?
Let me tell you a lil' something about me
How I came up
Where I came from
Before Friday's storm comes to wash me clean
I am pretending to be a pretense of something I have always been,
I'm a number one raiders fan with no face
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
With three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so fourth
Black Child
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all don't know me?
Let me tell you a lil' something about me
How I came up
Where I came from
The first one was a young girl
Standing near the house.
Gazing at the ashes,
All went up in smoke.
There was something about her
But no-one seemed
too much stress
He'll tell you you work hard three hundred days a year
for the money in your bank account
and there ain't no reason that he can think
Black Child
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all dont know me?
Let me tell you a lil' something about me
How I came up
Where I came from
popped
Chilling on the block by a dirty cop
Will it ever change man I don't know?
As I took the long way home
A path you'll never know
I seen the girl
streaming don’t wash up on the banks
Offshore or onshore you fall short on 3 accounts
Non disclosure if it’s something that I told ya
Streets is cold but your
running these checks up (Huh)
Was down so long I got up and went
Fresh out (Yea)
Quick to up it
And I cleared the whole block out
3 hitters with me
And 1
a 3 for the life of me (Hell nah)
It's gonna take a lot more than genius
To get behind the lyrics to decipher me
I'm tryna be rich
Not look the part
Too
life on the line what else you want me to give
Even thinking that this war was wrong I move along
Just did my 3rd tour it's the same ole song
By the time
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