Lyrics:
American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So the black man is homeless
theft is American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So
how I talk
I'm from Texas, you can tell how I walk
Six-piece wing dinner from Frenchy's
King of the ghetto, ain't never been friendly
Just put eleven
What Jada is to D-Block
The game need a detox
Go get your turmeric, your Dr sebi Sea Moss
Burning sands that we crossed for
The tribes that we lost
In
You see, I don't even know little mama by her real name
She don't even know how much money she done made
Make that Dollar Tree shake
Make that Dollar
tobacco and coffee and black musicians
I rode pillion with Pancho Villa on a Harley Davidson 74
Paid for by the CIA
By day, we dealt in drugs and guns
By
to be ashamed
Of my pale black wings
Now they stop and listen to how
That black bird sings
I spread my wings and move on
I keep my head stuck in
down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop
Ice Cube will Swarm
On any motherfucker in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I'm from the CPT
or curry I eat every story Of black history is fire
Play this in the car for your kids
Next thing you know their teacher will call saying this
These kids
detractors just say (so much) for the Renegade
Someone's gonna make me blow my composure
Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage
(Some
surrounds me
I just can't walk away,
I hear your voice say how much you love me, how you want me to stay,
Warmed by the breath of your Spirit, I rest my head
I soon make the bed rock
Thighs look thick when her legs cross
Love how my Air Force fresh like Mentos
1-2s ride with a pump
Better leave your friend
around your mind
There's no where to run, no where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is
Same
pip on, imperialist with
Food for thought, 'cause I'm the shelter
I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya
Not to be hot to trot by a haunt
can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
'Cause I can't get much wronger
Man, I've been waiting all night now
That's how long I been on ya
me stretch my wings better book my flight
First class ticket to the time of your life
Ride with me yeah you know you want a good time
Rise with us
can't come along
I gotta stay wit my cliqué like a metronome
Too many don't make it out
The block was too hot but it's raining now
How much you gon make
some fucking fitness
Your hairline damn that shit is receding
Your wife is a whore because she is cheating with black men
She could go on for days
I
I’m about
Reaper black suit cuz my whole team’s killing
Had to keep setting trends cuz
Your whole team stealin
Many tell me I’m the man I ain't made it
Shit sounds like some old wild western
Shoot em up, O.K. Corral
Blowin' up spots, Missin' Linx
Better run that
Prepare your eardrums
For one
could mend this
Or learn how to throw away
As we look for someone to blame
Love's been denied
Don't be polite
I owe you nothing
When logics die
I'm
Blowin' out, blowin' out
Black on time been still layin' like I said
Under the screen, be a eight wonder
So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist
up and comes to a stop
Like man what a funny thought the both of them 10 feet apart
It made me think back to a song by Kendrick Lamar
Called how much
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
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