Lyrics:
a black belt
Pistols my waist get the fuck out my face
Most people think it's a beautiful place
But that's not the case niggas die everyday
Damn I'm
a split lip
Forgot to put his money where his mouth is
Spent his days running from his problems
And now he's too scared to get 'em out said
Anxious? I do
from home
And so I'm going rogue agent Locke and me
We gotta drop the beef
He's got the bigger problem
Because he's not the chief
And if you're not with
your back, call em'
Problems resolve them, there not that important
The last one standing, you the first one leaving
The first one bleeding, now who
dodge it Itachi watch my body flicker
Down by the river
Penis so big it got stuck in my zipper
Darker than coal n I’m built like a snicker
Went to get
ensued
Elizabeth's mood
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it grew
To consume
The wench Her tower tombed
Tending to Her
everything in my life was great, now it's back to black and grey
Yesterday, all my problems seemed so far away, now it looks as though they're here to stay
the colours up
Black that isn't dark enough
Practically that but I guess God is what I'm the product of
Nelumbo nucifera
Problem child, old soul, lives in every
Keep talking reckless
Talk to me
Got me biting on my lip
Extra socks on
And got hundreds in my kicks
Not the jays on
Got me jerkin
To the hits
Yes imma
and charbroil her on the bonfire
And bon voyage, bitch, I'm like Chef Boyar-dee in this bitch
Send a bomb to my mom's lawyer
I'm a problem for you, boy, you
I can tell by the way she entered the club
I can tell by the way mammi likes to rock
I can tell by the way she drop on a spot with her crop top
Blackhand Enertainment roc-A-Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction with everything official yeah
I ride
courage
Black people are being murdered in the streets by police
Every day
He said let me tell you if you wanna be woke
You gotta listen to the stories
And only fuck with thugs cause you know she 'bout it
I like 'em black, Puerto Rican, white, Haitian
Asian, Columbian, latino, Jamaican
Attitude like Wendy
It's politics, it's all a fix, set up by these white blue-collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music with a subliminal ball of tricks
But
her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me (yeah)
Sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back
problems in spite
Belief is a problem in life, believing the problem to the life
Nah I'm not, nah, nah, belief in the problem ain't right
Belief end up
Gave him a pass before I stepped ? side
Now I don't wanna hurt nobody
But that's a lie
Cause it's a delight for me to bust
A lip or black an eye
it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop lip like you got shit
That's a minor congestion you not sick
Now you wanna call names like Tupac did
I'm okay
We did it your way
I never loved you anyway
You've got your problems
That's your problem
I never loved you anyway
Your lips are poison
classified me as priority
Or maybe the problem is you still ain’t addressing me right
Awaiting their stamp of approval
Black male refusing to write
Maybe
to show our black lives matter
You get your tan to look like us
You get your lips to look like us
You steal our hairstyles from us
You get your hips
world, what happened to black towns
Still divided by our race, the hate never ran out
Amerikkka wake up, Amerikkka wake up, Amerikkka wake up
Wake up,
nine-hundred-thousand miles an hour
Forgot what I'm talkin' 'bout, fuck, I'm discombobulated
Now up is down, left is right
Day is night now, in is out, black is
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