Lyrics:
More spicy margs coming by the factory load
Farmacia, mamacita, in the act with a scope
Lei non parla ingles, another fifth I just quin case
Smoking
moving
No matter what they say
If you're chasing down your dreams, walk right by
Somebody standing in your way
You've got to keep on swinging
to get in a fuckin' look book
Everything I scribble's like The Anarchist Cookbook
(Look good, posing in a centerfold of Crook Book)
Black on black
shit
Within a 90 mile radius I'll tuck your shit
Don't let a Florida man get eaten by a wolf in the north
Justin Snow cool with Jones but still ain't
Stilettos we skipping the date.
Black and yellow cigarillo and Ace.
Bartender bring them out by the case.
And when I leave home I don't like to be traced.
But
this idea to the world
Which brings me to the black mirror theory
That once you put it in their hands it's out of yours
Though you will have your
stepping for somebody else
Came up to you
So I approached you on the wall
I Started off by saying beautiful
And then I saw
That you already had a man
Jidenna, how many times did I call you?
You are a stubborn bull, just like your father
I don't understand you, o
Your Auntie and I warned you not
just me and mommy
Then Phil came along, he bought a basketball go to the park
Get your game on Shaq but have your butt back by dark
I was acting like
name chain, diamond chips crips style
With the magic bracelet, sweat with your case swiss
Athletic chick who run track
Hey miss, pleasure's all mine
the estater
I'm the creater mate I'm the maker I make your face look like it's a crater
95.5 92.3 FM
Them days were the best then
Peckham to Preston
Black R1 is
wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
and Brad
Come through all black
no mask and crash your pad
8 clips 4 hammers desert eagle the place
Nobody but Sigel and Face
You Feel that
(Spoken)
manipulating
Especially when you're black and
Just turned 18 so what's a kid to do
When your fresh out of school and the
Negatives of the world
Constantly
Smile when you're sleeping
Wonder who you're dreaming of
Oh, 'cause I could just see you with wine on your t-shirt
And somebody else on your arm
can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
again a case of your feet in my Nike's
If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying, "Mic please"
Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug
If you do the result,
projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring em to Baltimore in the ford explorer
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em
topic
With twenty cents in my pocket I saw the light
If you're young gifted and black, you got no rights
Your only true right, is a right to a fight
by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was
(Ooh, ooh, tee-vah) ooh, ha
(Ooh, ooh, tee-vah) ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yee
Enoch, your father's just detoxed, my
Looked out the window seen a Bentley truck
All Black it was dark tinted
When she hopped out seen somebody in it
When she locked the door seen the lights
Looked out the window seen a Bentley truck
All Black it was dark tinted
When she hopped out seen somebody in it
When she locked the door seen the lights
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