Lyrics:
surround me
Meet the sleeper, static-free Downy
Slang, wildin' up, the nigga found me
Sick gowns, rock a sick gown, 4-5th brown
Ready to pop shit now
I am Les your highness that’s right
My niggas The Beatnuts we’re shaking
Pete Rock
Yow you hear a lot of chatter
It’s not real talk
Hip Hop never
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
Cute in hills
Then a trackie for the road like that
All details, yeah, I can do both like that
I push my own set of wheels
On the road like that
Shit
I am the Glock in His back pocket
Venomous bitch, I'm a last option
Don't lose your shit, I don't blast often
But if I do, you'll need a black coffin
you
Badder than you
Radder than you, etcetera
I told you I get paid by the letter like
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXY
ZZ top, yes he rock
And me
be
When the blacks is locked down
And the white man's got the key
It's gettin harder day after day
Somebody got ta pay
And in my closet lays
might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
Always I'm in some shit
My abdomen is
might've took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
Always I'm in some shit
My abdomen is
The re-rock or you want the whole thing?
Can't fuck with Johnny Dang
He charge me a whole thing
Said she want a bag and
She want my whole name
Nah, they can't
that makes just me want to just go gay
You push commitment, but I will do as I please
My lap prefers a frozen bag of peas
Your nagging makes me want
element mofucka Yeah I'll rock that shit
God damn the rocks I bricked
Now it's Molly in the water
Got me off my shit for real
Getting up she get low
I lost
I'm black I rob and automatically assume I ain't got no job
On my own land I feel like an immigrant
If I was white I wouldn't of thought O.J. Was
the cop that keep my gear in park
Pull me out the car to give me black thought
But fuck it, this shit's all kinda player
This shit my mama flavor
This
the old YNB, I ain't missing it (Nah)
Man, it's that rockstar shit and I'm living it (Uh huh)
On demon time, you tell it by my face, you see my eyes are
believe what it cost
I had to stop by Bubba's
Get a brand new exhaust
Man, my shit so loud
It be settin' off alarms
When you find a whip like this
You
manufactured
Shit was my fixture and like my headline feature, a scapegoat for teachers to write on the records
The black sheep of the school with no one else
scotch I found a new bounce
Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock (Aurgh!)
Stop chips and cock glocks wit' clips
Go sailing in hot ships
Lil O
AGT gon' keep shit movin
Bitch, we wiggle through these streets, nigga
AGT gon' keep shit real
Bitch, I let it spill, fo my brother nigga
AGT
for my mine
It's so deep, you get cross-eyed
Take that heat, and roll outside
Black handprints on the wall
Black handprints on the wall
[Chorus]
you...Love Is
Love... 9-8.... Firm shit....
{Nina Simone sample: "Black is the colorrrrr... of my true love's
hair... my true love's hair... of my
in the chamber
Moms say my days are numbered cause I live wrong
Even scarface made a song, gangstas really don't live long
I'm tryin to live to a rock
(That's some gangsta shit)
Check the original, y'all niggas digital
The pyroclastic flow, it's insane
Motherfuckers love me
Young ass niggas
Shea, shea, shea, shea, shea, shea Bitch, I'm lit, young nigga with a attitude
Bitch, I talk my shit, bitch, I swing my dreads rock all black, you
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