Lyrics:
Everybody tryna grab me by the collar
I don't know how, but I could see it workin' out
Hammer time
Stop, you can't touch this
In my bag tonight
Real life
Rick
Ostrander, Skip Black
Bass: Tim Marks
Drums: Skyler Black
Keys: David Dorn
Bgvs: Skip Black
Mastered by: John Mayfield Mastering
Mixed by: Skip Black, Chris
Yeah
I know I'm running out of time
Cocaine fit, but I'm black inside
I don't think I'm ready to die
Life fly by like the crows in the sky
I know
Looked down from a broken sky
Traced out by the city of lights
My world from a mile high
Best seat in the house tonight
Touch down on the cold
Looked down from a broken sky
Traced out by the city of lights
My world from a mile high
Best seat in the house tonight
Touch down on the cold
You had the powder you put on your feet
We had that powder you sniff in your nose
My niggas live by the code
I listen to Rich, I don't listen
Y.S.N walked in the function, hitting plays in VIP
Play with Yani or Lil Key, I bet your ass gon' D.I.E
I stay with Ronald, Draco hit with Draco, with
black and white we call it a coulee in Lafayette Lafayette
Felt like I lost my mind one day and slept on the coulee yea
And the water was running right by
black chuck's
Standin' t'all in your freestyle session holdin' my balls
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
'Cause n****s be foul and bitten other
sent to me
Not coincidentally intentionally cause mentally I represent the key
But it's a double-edged sword see
Tryin to be godly is hard
Especially in
home
Black out on white night in Rome
Black out on white night in Rome
[Jolie Holland: singing]
I know that I'm in love, but I know I'm out of touch
you
Dicking you down, down, down
That's the word 'round town, that's what they heard 'round town
The way she's dripping I drown
Perfume the touch
big enough
Too bad your hands are bloody kid
Keep working hard for me
I might let you see a piece
But don't touch it with your hands boy
That bread is
The lace lady
Travel with grace baby
I can't afford to cover the cost of course maybe
Settle that one in court 'cause
Judging by the basics
gon' be hard, but it's cool
This is your world, just live by your rules
I praise to God, thank Allah
Talk to him, he said, boy, you a star
He say von go
Black flags with your fingers as their sign in the subways
They show me the right path into your home,
In the city's depth
Down here are the villages
seem
I've been low-key gettin' my stacks up, Riding Prezi in the back of a black truck
His ass fraud, he just tryna act tough, play it low-key till he
intrigued by your touch
Don't wanna change what we got
So many years in front of us
Wanna grow old, that's all I want
That's all I want
Baby girl I feel it
already floatin
Like driftwood and ships and the boats on the ocean
Your girl let me sit on her face like a cup on a coaster
Would've said bitch but she had
the right key
In the grand scheme of these life beats
Can’t string me up
Only take the fin wasteful
Enough of these
Devi cees
Never touch a tusk
Nigga I be
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
you could touch your knees
Get this paper (Twerk dat, pop that)
Work that shaker (Twerk dat, pop that)
Go ahead baby (Twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
I’m trying to put that thing on lock and key
Real Geez
You say your man not treating you right
And you’re thinking about leaving tonight
Baby
sellin zovarax
You big ballin better keep your money folded back
'cause once the young guns notice that it's over, black
Brooklyn keep on takin it,
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