Lyrics:
Sunday afternoons
You wake up in a water bed and on the back of your head
A lump but just a tiny hole, almost no light at all in here
When you call
Whippin' in the kitchen
Bitch, I'm dedicated, if I want it
I'ma get it see me out in public dressed in
Black, that's Polo vintage, yeah, ayy
All these people
To the time that you mentioned so casually
How white is right and black is wack
Fetishizing Colombians and Blacks
Trying to get in with the crowd
Get back
em down with the black mag
Went to jail came home
Back in my bag
You niggas broke
Ima always get the last laugh
Fuck his bitch give her back
Got him
turned my world around
Makes it all go black
Makes it all go black
I'm just a screw up cursed by bad luck
Tossed out in a world of rattlesnakes
I'm dumb
I'm on the run the highway is my home
I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days
While mama used to pray my crops would fail
Now I'm a hunted
a step back for his last attack
While you get up actin like you could fight back
You're whack, he scans you to check what you're packing
Then in a flash
took by the cops
c cold war
There's peace
Man them get in beef for no need
Mothers lose a son
Kids lose a dad
The war has begun
It don't stop at that
don't know me not my slatt
Gotta' watch out for them rats
Ooh yeah
Know I'm getting back
And the draco not compact
I don't mean nothing by that
Yeah yeah
picked my soul apart
You and I, we cant
Stay together, not this time
Walk out of my life
Leave my world black
Don't ever come back
No!
When the daylight
I just wanna wrap my hands 'round a black leather jacket
On the back of some motorcycle
I wanna fly down the road with the wind in my hair
To wherever
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
the crib, so I'll be gone till we on
Whats up, Finally Famous
I had it on my jacket way back in high school
Know I wanted to be in them night clubs and not
powers she only whip the work
She mm find you slacking white tee moshin up in yo church
Push it push it smack down raw put that limit down
Back back in
of the day
By the end of the day,
We'll make it back by the end of the day
I'm Orpheus seeking Eurydice
Even in death she could never get rid of me
Our love's
pollute the skies in town
I can't be stopped by the mountains
I won't be stopped by the oceans
No need to make amends
No need to compromise
No need
All black kids, all trapped in
All waitin' on a day that we can back in
The all black Benz with the black tint
'Cause now you worth something, nigga,
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs
Every
down
In a coat of a thousand colours
and a star spangled Cadillac
He picked up a rodeo queen
with whiplash marks all over his back
When dreams
give up, don't you give in)
Faith
All you need is the size of a mustard seed
Single black parent from Compton raising children of four
That's four
crazy my homey pushing dasies
Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
Ain't that sad black rolling in the cadillac
4, 15 woofers bumping behind I'm
my folks hooked like
I'm getting deeper than that prostitutes vagina
And pimping way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in China
I roll that black Lac
crazy my homey pushing dasies
Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
Ain't that sad black rolling in the cadillac
4, 15 woofers bumping behind I'm
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
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