Lyrics:
Kick this shit
WHAA
Why did you only want me for my bank?
Would you rob me for all I have?
Would you let me lie down black and broke?
Spending all your
finna talk back
Looking at my phone like she finna call back
But last night I feel like probably ended all that
'Cause by now she woulda sent a text in
Stand up on my own two
Follow all my own rules
Heard you bragging bout a bitch
Allat shit is old news
Stand for what my mind think
Follow what my
to take
I guess I'm gonna have to loot
I guess I'm gonna have to burn
I'm gonna have to shoot
And turn my own rags to riches
These bitches don't get why I'm
even know it until I was well into being a teenager
I didn't get my needs met by the white community
Didn't have the support I needed to thrive
So in
Been blowing my horn since 2016
Trayvon Martin, Sandra Bland taken out by PD
Now four years later on repeat
They think we happy cuz of paint
Go on then kiss my black foot, go on then
Yo, signed up to the gym 'cause I heard
Man are looking for me and my mates
After I’m done with pumping
Visualizing my future, never thought about a heater, black suit and turtleneck sweater
I never took a breather, my dreams too big for failure
All we
center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Next to spike and the pen left to write
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn
It's time to feed the blood fever, use a saw or a butcher's cleaver
the black-eyed boy hangs by his feet
the scarlet draining out, from
When geyser erupts
By the star-pools I stir
To see a crimson-eyed girl
Through the mist
Yes I know her to be
Fym
And she comes just like the bird
wouldn't want me to
I've got my own lullaby
Can't be saved by you
But she wouldn't want me to
My mama, my life
My mama, my light
wasn't as wasted
Just living by my own design
In my parents basement, time I spent a lotta
Sitting on the old couch in my room reading manga
Listening
My old man is a bad man, but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
that consists of a whole
No beginning no ends no sides it's just a hole
Like in an event I'm a percent
Dealt out a hundred I'm 5, my degree is a black
of attention. It served as
a chilling reflection of my own wretchedness and my greatness. It was the
one place I could go to see inside myself, to find love, in
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
it twisted, when Barack took the oath
Of office back in ‘09, my mind was full of hope
Cause before then, a black man in office was a joke
So now do you
way
My way
Good times and blood stains
I'll go out with a bang for the final show
Just remember me by my notes and songs I wrote
All my imperfections,
quiver, heart that quake
He is wild and feverbright eyed
cnd I hear my own heart break
They've returned into the woodland
So I follow where she'd tread
Till
More than a snack
You a 5 course meal girl
Crown to the heel girl
You more than something real girl
And I swear I love the gloss eyed you
With
of being
A conservative online
Everytime you turn on the news
Someone's mother, black mother
Is cryin' about they black child that
Got killed by another
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