Lyrics:
and pissin' on they graves
Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain
And they call me a slave
Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
It come like them boy there Ashley (Told me turn)
I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Aznee (Su su)
Come like I'm on the lurk for a boy band
they hadn’t seen
Black people on TV
So people would stare at me all the time
There will never be another Backstreet Boys
Not in this day
And age it’s
Everybody calling by phone like what the he'll you doing
Boy you headed towards a big sack
I hear what they say and they say what I'm doing
Should be
Scream, if ya feel me see it clearly?
You're too near me
Holler if ya hear me! "Hard"
"Tellin' you to hear it" "The rebel"
Pump ya fists like this holla
I got for
This new shit for the GOOD music
Joint we opened up the album with this
Joint that me and Skrillex did together
PW: M-m-m-mm i like that!
voice
You wanna hear a track give you an Album of choice
Like boys De la backstreet
Hit em with a back beat
Telling me whats happening
Wanna go lets have
up out this bitch ima go platinum,
I done caught yo potna lacking he got blitzed like it was madden,
And shawty cheeks is clapping like that ass just
out this Johnny best believe we catch a hat
We ain't smokin' on that boy no more, because that nigga plat
Shit, we caught him by surprise, ain't got no
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
or floatin' in the fuckin' sky
All black is my attire, lookin' like a umpire
Toss you in the trash like a bullshit album flop
Yeah yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, yeah
Linford Christie
Then if I see a fence I'm a hurdler
Jump in your back garden like a burglar
And boy better know the
Difference between sending
For the 9
Bruh
Bruh
LD
Bruh
A.K.A. stem cells
Errybody know the cat like a dope meme
I got em' buzzing off the crack like a dope fiend
They saw em'
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
blood-brain barrier
And raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame
The black box warrior
He skipped this town and headed
colors through all this L$D
I just want you to join me
Won't you join me?
Seeing all these colors but with a different
Glow
Woah
Seeing colors left
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
shit on your new album or what?
Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half
Man don't you
paid man
I've got two sons man
I need to feed my sons man
I'm going to stand on the streets
And sell this album man
Like DJ Sbu man
Like how Dj Sbu
Time to get it like the industry owe
Be back in a minute i go for the gold
How ever they give it i'm taking it whole
Yeah
Yeah
Wait
Feeling the rhythm
about
The hills and valleys of 2020
And common human issues like
Anxiety, love, happiness, and other aspects of human life
So, this album, it has been
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
on the top of the scale by the measure
My niggas raising hell like they better
I'm in this rap shit for the better
So that mean I'm going out for the cheddar
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