Lyrics:
I've been to hell and back Fleeing from my demons like a running back
I don't ever want to see you, I ain't coming back
I don't ever want to see you,
back through like a crucifix
Niggas like the shell nucleus
Black all over that chick
All night, I'm a Frank Sinatra
Mothafuckas ain't got no offers
See
on my knees
I'd rather die shootin back
PD in cahoots with Klan
Now they get to kill you
Cause you black
Let me hear a pig killed my son
Load up all
come with back some maybe
How close we came to coming together is crazy
How come you ain't your sis with similar faces
When I come you be cryin' like
where I'm coming from
We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that
It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back
Ya losin control when we bump
jacket with lights in the back of it
Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo
I'm 2004 beyond the average club music
black
Need 'em fine and all that
When I was was broke
She ain't call back
Now, I'm on
She call back
Got my diamonds
All black
All them haters
Better
calm
Coming back, when they think I'm gone
Groovy.Tony
Black Gold, but they stole it from me
This White Gold, they want all my money
Hook
White Gold,
ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be
Red, Black & Blue
Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider
This is my new big stick policy, straight from my lips, to your ears.
This is my new foreign policy,
taken back
They taken back, by my skills
Strike a cord in their nerves
Give em all the chills
La Roux comin' for you swagger on a hundred mill
A hundred
I'm goin' back to the South
I'm goin' back, back, back, back
Where my roots ain't watered down
Growin', growin' like a Baobab tree
Of life
artifacts
Vendettas for nights they stabbed us in the back
Black lines under my eyes like a quarterback
I ain't slept in weeks
I ain't read the sheets
I
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
deep, two feet, too tact
I come through the front, XB through the back
Throwing like a quarterback
That nigga said what, we gon spin like a DVD
Step
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for
this for way too long
The pay too short, and the days to long
That's why I'm, acting a fool
Packing a tool back to the dude I was before
The black
life, you wish it was a Too $hort rap
But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat
You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place
So back
f**k with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side
astrology, tarot and black everything
When were you born
What was the date?
It don't matter won't last anyway
By this point now guess shit won't change
and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection
do fifty eight shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said, cause I'm here with a stack of fed
And I got it
of the blackstar
Stare into the black hole, what do you see?
Is there an image of what you want to be?
Can he change the world with the words on his lips?
With eyes
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