Lyrics:
mon she gbe Tolani
Ni mon gbe Regina
Ti ba ti sun
Shebi Iwo lon je ki jina
(Not by my power)
lo je jina
( Not by my might)
jina
Yeh
Nobody holy
I live
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
Gang shit for the one time
ROBBIN SZN!
Say they gone kill me but niggas not worried
I keep me a ruger and it hold bout 30
So he gone catch 30 now he
motherfuckers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin' problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live black ghosts
Feel me?
Some say
bust them clips
Niggas trust my lips, while they suck they dicks
Plus the Kiss be the Long Goodnight
Murderous bitch be the wrong in spiked-typed,
brown, black or white
There's someone else that we should all fight
Take it all in, maybe finally see
That Common Man is not your enemy
These people are
Black is Great
My Black is Excellent
Black awakening
Let me say
Not your monkey or your boy
N word or your ape
By the way we made America great
Sweat
Got me fucked up I won't trip about a hoe
I'm a young hustler
Lil Jay Black from Pompano 1800 block
That right there by the hole
I got Haitians who
not disturb
Them youngins they posted up right by the store
You better not be lacking they stay on alert
That's the life that he chose he ride with them
to the problem and begin to fight
Not against each other, you're wastin' time
Yo, I'm referring to a battle of minds
Not through debate or writin'
Like mobsters in the 60s not tagging less wifey call the hit
Niggas lose they life like blacks on a movie script
Hit em in the melon then sit back
So it's no problem, you know
I mean, it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know
I'm finna go straight through
Would you consider yourself a fighter
something to give
That's love, black on black, that's how they made it
And if any busters flip, they get faded
L.A. is where I'm speakin of
Peace to all
(uh)
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
(uh)
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
All them worries drop 'em low
Don't get worked up on your problems, it's not time to let 'em show
Drop it low, drop it low
Cuz your haters wouldn't know
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
bluffing
Yh black lives matter but It's not just the white and black problems
It's the black on black problems too
But when you hear that you turn the way
making time for that other guy
So nows prolly a good time for those goodbyes
What you tryna imply by giving me a black eye
You ain't a butterfly just
back
I don't need a sequel, I'm gonna fade this show to black.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm not another Cinderella
Waitin' for a Rockafella
If the shoe don't
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
I love you...
Why’d you disappear like that?
(Voicemail Clip)
It’s really out of my control
How you feel is not my problem
I do not want you to gooo
really had a shot
Daddy locked up, mama is a thot thot
Will he live to see 21? Prolly not
All he see is the fast life
Live by the gun die by the gun
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