Lyrics:
the street
And they progress
And we retreat
And all the books our fathers wrote
Are in the middle of the road
Little by little we implode
History
'nem Gig in deiner City
Ficke dabei deine Mutter Backstage, rolle weg in 'nem straight black Escalade und die Mac sprayt
Niemals bleifrei zum Drive-by
Maybe we should ask ourselves
Maybe we should talk
Don't tell me your good enough
With your angry racist stuff
How can you judge a man
By the way he
attitude on the night I was born
I grew up running these roads until my feet turned black
And I discovered Kid Rock in my mama's Pontiac
When I was 10
stack up my dough
Bitch eat my dick like her meat my hero
Black on my body like Neo, I been had the sauce
I'm the new Tapatío, the fuck is a T.O?
Black Wall king, I mean the Compton savior
I go hard for the hoes and the paper
Best in the game, I can play for the Lakers
Put me in Phil, let a nigga
hiding from the cops, running with my mans
And getting blew at by the opps, ducking under vans
To copping shit before it drop and counting hunnid bands
my move,
When I'm on some boss shit, I gotta embrace my power
I had to go black for a moment, no IG
I wasn't in these streets
Man, I couldn't
guck Stern TV, RTL
Sowas hörst du nicht bei 1LIVE
Das kommt aus den Autos von Gangstern wie Kugeln bei Drive-bys
Alles Sonny-Black
hear that?
Did I come through clear?
Did you hear that?
Are my prayers the kinda ones you hear?
My mama lied, when she said she you right by my side
soul:
I'm alive,
I'm alone...
Pride, lay your foundation.
Pride, be my star.
Pride, be my keeper,
Reel me from afar.
Warm my bones by
new favorite tune
I'll be your black cloud by June
But only when you miss the rain like I miss you
Just double dare me
And I promise now that I'll
black, a homie, ain't that important, like
You ain't really seen it like that before
Not like that before, you're like
When you put it like that, like
RIP Auntie Vicky, true champion
Down by the River Thames, old Hammond
Mum played Beres and she played Daddy
They scream no black role models on these
Turn it up and ignite the track
Light it up and pop a bottle cause your boys are back
I got one fucking goal by the end of the show
Make this whole
us
It's the meat by selling bricks
To building cocaine weak
People don't speak where it's rats and 'roaches
Cats and dogs
Cops roll like Bozz Hogg
Wir sind der Regen über Deutschland, der Sampler, er kommt jetzt
Ich bin zurück, Sonny „Gangster-Beton“ Black
Und dieses Mal sind meine Jungs mit
'round with me at twelve, by three he was found
Two, two, three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah, that's
my son, even if the future looks black
Too many young lives tainted and too many lost
Some relish in their mortal triumphs, ignoring the cost
This
The sun seems brighter
Black and blue broken bloodied and bruised
Just like a dream from which you never wake up
I am in hell
Trapped inside myself
isn't how the story ends
I've come to paint the sky white and black
And when the morning comes I won't be looking back
I know there's still beauty in
transaction of physical attraction being left in a dirty alley.
The black cat walks by like a lady of the night.
La La La Land. One woman band. Sand on her
to conform quietly
A few billion souls trapped inside of rothschild's monopoly
Using black magic rebranded as politics and economy
Cameras two four seven,
like, you rollin' in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you
The pigs be pulling you over cause you
Be black and you be sittin' on triple gold
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