Lyrics:
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
(yeah)
I ain't even really start
This not the beginning, no this is the prequel (Oh oh)
Everything wrapped in black now
If that nigga think I lack
Clip
perculator
I circulate around the block
Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken
A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
bitch this year and shit
That's gon' be the reason why
All of my peers is threatened by me
I can tell, I can see jealousy livin' in need
These
tryna get no change bro,
I ain't tryna run from popo,
Man you ***ing on my mojo
Tryna stay low key, low key.
Ed Hart tee, bangs dyed hair, straight black
and the cold wind sings
I'm pulled by guitar strings, they open up my wings
I'm flying over piano keys, I'm orchestrating winds
I'm jumping over piano keys, I
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
fake
Only real is my mommy
I stay up so there's no sleeping on me
Car push to start, no I don't need no key
Super drippy I think I got a leak
Way that I
The black and orange Aventador like Daffy Duck (skrrt)
I swerve Mercedes Benz 'cause my credentials up
I told her, "I got one million of these racks, baby"
to god ion die by the piece
I told god there's nothing like me
You only starve on your knees
You only starve on your knees
You only starve on your knees
You think your contraband
Like your some kind of high in demand
I'm not a fan but I'm the man
You are not my only fan
Don't give me your heart I will
the light of only one candle, seeing only small sections illuminated one by one, and refusing to recognize or connect the darkened and unseen areas
will die
And only by action will any ideas solidify
So I inhale, exhale as I ponder
This grown man will make mistakes no longer
I've been there, I
like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town
I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year
GQ style ma', let me put a bug in
coconut rum with a lil umbrella
Game shooter, I take trips to the Bramuter so many cars
I got more keys than a computer
Screens fall like snow
airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Our music was good and I was far from wack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get
pam the shortie
She said dinner by 12 came around by three
We both don't give a fuck, only Givenchy
All black Saint Laurent suit am trynna keep it low
over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Indeed, I am
Flossy like gangsta shit
I got pounds of weed and keys
Sittin' on G's
Catch
Damn
More than 1 year ago
That we've been on the case
More than 400
And 1 year ago
We keep saying their names
Call it that black evolution
Call it
I walk down to the ocean
After waking from a nightmare
No moon, no pale reflection
Black mirror, black mirror
Shot by a security camera
You
I walk down to the ocean
After waking from a nightmare
No moon, no pale reflection
Black mirror, black mirror
Shot by a security camera
You
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