Lyrics:
b*tch
She get all white when she get them toes did
Get some off white but in black cause I'm mixed
I wear what I want you don't put on my sh*t
These
Get me lit,
Physical,
Gang outside K-S-T-G b***h,
It's Mr. Pop-A-Tag on your b***h n***a
(Aight)
Language,
Numbers,
Aye, watch how you speaking
life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and
Taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be wiped out
A-L-M-IG-H Ty
by the gun, die by the gun, I was raised in the 100s
And the number one rule is to hunt or be hunted
2nd Chorus
2x
For Big Folkz I go crazy
For Lil
nation
I'ma pimp by blood
Not by relation
My black girl she be tripping
Can't except the fact that I'm pimping
Always tell me she hate me
But can't keep
sat in it
Why you cringe if my voice got lad in it
Get fucked
By a H 2 Dubba like me get rocked on sight if you not
Don't you ever distance too far
Yea, turn the mic up
(ATL Jacob)
Yea, yea turn the mic up
I'm makin' this money, it's drivin' me crazy
I'm fuckin' these bitches, they drivin' me
the sun not for vitamin D
Tryna get skin that's as dark as Lupita
I'm want that blue black
I want that skin that made orange the new black
Crazy eyes on my
a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
-O T spitta h-H-O-O T T spitta
I can't be compared to these niggas
Now here's a funky introduction of
How nice I am spitta gets you instant cash
Like a money
know about VVS rockin, rubberbands poppin
Black cards swipin, coppin everything you likin
Now get ya swagger up (T), now get ya swagger up (O)
Now get ya
my guard down they almost popped me playin double Dutch
I feel like Jordan when I bent the corner shit I had to double clutch
Fucked to crazy bitches
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
the gat, get the gat?
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black
drove by his house, so who you tryin' to dial
If you're lookin' for an answer, you're probably gonna find it now
And to the man in the hat standing
We come to make it hot for you
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here, go crazy
The way you're bouncin' and shakin'
I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin'
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
I'm too crazy, I'm rappin' my city It's amazing a h*e wanna be me
I've been patient, now you can feel me Goin' harder, we're plannin' a vision
Money
got spunk, plus funk
And Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down
Turn that heat down, I'm crazy cool
Deeper than the pool than Wilt the Stilt
Damn
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
my style is wetter than hoes
Than blasting H2O in the fifties on Negroes
Still, brothers of today are out to get it done
Don't call us Bigger
kind deceased
And It’s crazy we don’t know who to call
And It’s crazy we don’t know who to call
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by
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