Lyrics:
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I Flight the night from LA to NY
I'm Harlem bound
You see
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
riding high and dodging hoes
You better hope I'm dodging yours
Model hoes, dollar hoes
White-looking Madonna hoes
Dolce Gabbana, Ferragamo, and them
of troll roots
Tried to play the game
But got hanged by his own noose
The eggs that are laid from a gold goose
See they ain't always gold too
To understand
white all on they toes, so now you know
Jesus piece, blessed by the Pope Elbow spokes that gotta poke
Candy paint dripping on roads, so you could see just
back by following the crumbs.
But alas! When morning came, they could not find any bread crumbs.
The birds had eaten
them.
The children started to walk
drama
Tell that bitch to kiss my ass
Kicked my habits to the curb
They curbed my working appetite
Black and white big of a difference
When momma worried
plight
My skins light but my roots are the truth
Sprinkle lines of pure facts with
the juice of the goose
Roast the bird over my potent words,
Where
bout cocks
I can’t even stop, gimme’ some more more
Doin’ boner rails all night
Who got the white? Wroetoshaw
And by white, we talkin’ bout dib dab
my nurge
Baby, try to make my night
Make food in the cave while I break egg whites
Hot cream in the ass from a pointed spike
Touch skin and again
So how could all these
Disease be cured by just giving everyone the same compound
We go away from philosophy
And just look at reality and God
with something as empty as words
'Cause there's no way to measure the thoughness of timber
And compare it to the softness of birds
Papa was both
Back to basics egg white laces
Wish you would nigga cause your addicted to fake shit
Back to basics egg white laces
Wish you would nigga cause your
Todd, a big fan"
I wiped, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shi-" when's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my
name's Todd, a big fan"
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shit" when's all of this crap
It was all decided long ago
Before I even had to chance to be born
Before I grew my wings and went airborne
Strung along by fate until the string
and understand your pain and emotions
Heavy is the head that wears the crown, while your heart must be as light as a feather
On my mama
Being broke is the root
somebody
Cuda be small like a ant or big like a elephant
When you see that this judgement pass
Every man must pay for his action
In a every situation you
in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the armor all while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes
Carry a mace
My tails a spade
My wings are white
My horns are not straight
My dress is diamond
My scales are made of paper
The kind that roots the savior
I hear footsteps 'round the corner, mayne it must be the demons
Oh no
Broadcasting live on tu canal
Seldom seen but your mouth like root canals
hear the North side)
Like they from this side of town (Now let me hear the South side)
I apply pressure then put white diamonds all through her mouth
Bird Tribe
Same feather / flock together
Incarnating flesh again
Same feather / flock together
Incarnating flesh again
Ya-hey hey-yo
Hey-ya
of me with Australian bitches
Back in America they treat us like we Aborigines
Original man, they tried to white out our history
As if the first
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