Lyrics:
word, nigga
Someone who stays high
Watching their life go by
Someone content with riding it behind, nigga
They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto
the Gs, top quality
Chill wit the peeps, what yall wanna eat
Flex on the keys, flex on the beat
All day I kick it with my real O.Gs
All day I get it with
Boot
Before Tha Bread always had Bitches Call Me Cute
We Use to steal For Fun but bitch we Robbed for Loot
Young niggaz wylin' out we do whatever off
some Boot
Before Tha Bread always had Bitches Call Me Cute
We Use to steal For Fun but bitch we Robbed for Loot
Young niggaz wylin' out we do whatever
that in hard but its worth the big pun
But you can do better he ain't showin no love
Would you rather be trapped in the back all black in the hearse
With
get yours?
Hustler by osmosis ya choice is
Be the food, or Be the ferocious
Tyranny to blame for this Tiger and The Lamb
Couple keys to success look I
Oh lose I fixed a black rack
But an eye I hate you swear
Are your teeth tied tied tied watch it
No worries you kick it now the girl's mad dog
But here
My D.J Jazzy Jeff and Ready Rock C too
The ultimate combination of strength and prestige
My crew holds the key to fun and everything you need
a black Rob I’m got em like whoa
Causing a scene when we at a show, whoa
Yeah it’s going down
Me and 3-D coming at ya
We on the roll not no actors
Spitting
got two eyes to see
Yet got locked up by Lochie
And blocked by Policari
In the black airforces
Post by the key
Key of our dreams
This close to free
We
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
your mind you a vulture
& she no fun too many emotions
Mad I got nine other hoe wit' the potion
They know what's hannenin' by the emoji
Lately I just
voltage of an eel
Truth that I reveal'll
Crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real
Caesar black down, hoodied up in fatigues
Part-time minor
to the pedal
Pushin us to the full nine
We step to you in blackness, with a gangsta lean
By the way, VANGLORIOUS
This is protected, by the red, the black
hold the key to ya heart, listen
Yin and yang comes with pain
No a la carte
Makin' my mark without the charts
Raise the bars with the scars, uh
Those who
of the key
I arrive clear, no dye here
But the colors of the tears cried
Here might appear on my beard
Uh, the dust I carry on me is just a ceremony
Because it
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
drinks and two white lines
Go fast with the fast life so she needs more
One fun fix, now a daily chore
Provide the score, written and produced so
behind his back for fun,
No more teasing how I’d beat him in 2k runs,
Still bound by blood, but I feel I’m not his son,
The business was finished by why
a hustlin' motherfucker 'til I sees my hearse
No doubt, I bust a shot for all my niggas in jail
All the young black males, that got slang yell
Cause its
tonight
Put the fish scale on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (ha ha)
Low key, under the radar
Triple black 'Vet, yeah I call it
don’t let
Anybody in this room feel comfortable
It’s just me and my baby
Rock a black tee low key with the drip
But don’t rockabye me
Don’t sleep
and the sea
Mystic Christianity
Isn't something bad for me
But The kabbalistic tree
Is man made obviously
Just a description of energy
Jesus holds the real key
the hood, some for the job
Some for they niggas, they sisters and mom
Some do it at times to relax and have fun
Some do it for every black breath in this
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