Lyrics:
the hood
So I guess I gotta go all in on these motherfuckers
I want a whole lot of money to move all my family and add a lil black to the hills
I got a whole
and say shit
That's gonna get the 12 after me
And then on the news the next morning they're gonna say that
A black man got killed by the heat
I'm tryna get
album I made, only 19, huh
Oh, you mad cause I'm black and chasing my dreams, huh
Oh, you mad cause I ain't no drug dealer
Or a credit card scammer
You learn the full historia
(Still growing) This is for
That black kid in his room
Sitting crying, confused;
Stressed 'cause of everything
Around
check everybody in Sight, you won't find success in this game
By being polite, I'll bury anyone, doesn't Matter black or white, day or night, sharp
Teeth
first album this year
People close to me know I been taking too long to move forward
My niggas put a big chip on my shoulder ain't no grower
I presented
more perogies on
Please stay, we'd love to have you
Oh, and by the way, my son says he bought an
Album from you on his doorstep in the city"
Mighty
Verse1
The second album hotter than the first
I’m spittin’ dirt back to put this rappin to work
Time to bring back precision fluid with thangs
Hip
to see?
Another black face rapper nigga on a cash chase?
Dozen for a dime, penny for your mind at one time?
Hopin' the next leak that I meet
Ain't
Random!
Everybody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners
Why you do that, rapper? Fucking new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I
a thousand sheets of acid
and distribute it witcho' album, no doubt that'll be a classic
Dude lockin up every fashion, whether it's dope from weed to coke
from
[Big V]
One of them is fat and loud
second one is black and proud
Third one's drunk and wild
fourth one slip and slid
one of them is just shy
Fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
Yeah, this album is dedicated
before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type
that, number one album
Worldwide and fuck whoever doubt him (Logic)
Under the spotlight, neither black nor white
It doesn't matter, do the dance, do
bottles with the black top
Balling on these niggas since the blacktop
Blacking out listening to The Black Album
Thinking I'm more Jay Z than Pharrell
Tell
nothin' to lose
So why not try and go and bet up on this white guy
Nah, these rhymes ain't no stick up
They subliminal shots when I go and take a drive by
it’s a mistake you can’t redo
30 mixtapes and 1 album that’s a preview
Still dont feel famous
Middle fingers to the camera man
Balancing raps like
be anything then it's that nigga
Album ain't complete until I play the shit for that nigga
And by the smile on his face now it's a wrap nigga
Stop
the dollar sign, I thought I told you niggas
I learned the game by watching Diddy and clocking Hova figures
Dinero here to set the tone this shit is motion
like a shower, with power
Servin MC's every hour on the hour on a platter
Watchin you shatter, like glass
Fallin by the mass, I'm trainin by the class
another smash
I just hit em wit it a minute ago
On some exlusive promo to spin at the show
Twenty-five hundred heads waitin on Black Star
When J-Rocc
mothafuckas want true colors, I got white and I got black
Bay Area mothafuckas comin soon as I step up on the track
If he actin like a bitch, we gon treat him
a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's
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