Lyrics:
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
I just walk
I wish I had a nickel for every fight I fought
Stealin candy out the sto' like I can't get caught
Just a lil' bad black boy, it ain't
Everybody eat but we grind to stay fed
Everybody sleep but you lying in they bed
Everybody see but be blind to the JPEG
Latex wrap it up
Dont get plucked by
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
ain't workin'
I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange
Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same
Pause, squeeze ya balls wid
you dying by yourself
Shotgun shells
Hit the ground
Full of smoke
And right after bang bang
I hear the homie fucking choke
Feeling hella loke
I was
There was this psychologist
A woman by the name of Frances Cress Welsing
She had a theory called Unified Field Theory of Psychiatry
She believe that
and
They might catch you both ways
I remember being sick to my stomach for 40 days
After I lost my life savings
Bet it all on black, and I watched it decline
the next rapper faced with waste
cemetery gates all black suits and limos
family tears and flowers no more shows and videos
after parties hoes come
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
Grew up on a block named after my cousin
He was gunned down as a younging
So we bang the block and we blew at opps
Just to show them that we love
crystal ball
What I saw was unusual
Can't get past it
Still a fool for her black magic, it's cool
Lips move slow but my heart beats faster
This aint love
back, smoke and pass the blame
Dreamin' cash stack, toke won’t bring the change
Even after a black man was top of the game
Shit still same all those
remember me? (So Icy)
Remember me from TV? Turnin' on yo' TV (ha)
Hip-hop police, say they lookin' after me (no)
How you lookin' after me? You know I had
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(Press the pound key after each entry)
I'm
got mad as I could be
Then, I kicked the ball by the trees. His punches close to connecting
And, so I went to get the ball. They decided to come with me
How you say you gonna ride for me and you ain’t no shootah a nigga tryna get them birds! off you a loser.
I’m in yah hood Black Friday, gun to your
had dreams
Gettin chased by girls
I wus four
Me and Ish relinked
After life did us poor
Hopefully that was just to make us rich
She get pissed
When I
(Hook)
I need old man money
trust fund bag money
That new jag money
Don’t check no tag money
That Pension plan money
That fly to France money
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
fresher than a peppermint (uh)
'Til today I dey the same because I can't change
I be naughty by nature, I be gang gang
Now your girl she say she like,
with the past
Rock your name up on the wall
After the we do the dash
I used to keep a mean streak
In my pocket up in class
Sketching in my black book
politics its been more deeper than that
And our relationship black and white now yo colors had shown
Even after the death of most of our homies befo
You took
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