Lyrics:
day she look my way
Im gonna make her mine
Im in love with a box wine mama
Oh to lay her down
By the light of a daytime drama
When her mans not around
Dressed in all black
Johnny cash my attire
Smoked a whole pound
But I need to get higher
Looking to the crowd
Anybody got a lighta
Goan rock
don't wanna be by myself
(By myself, nah)
But I need to be by myself
(By myself, so...)
I guess I'll just ride alone
I guess I'll just ride alone
I
your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!)
That's me the nightrider
Dressed in all black with the gat in
oh)
If you drivin' in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggas, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by
oh)
If you drivin' in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggas, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by
these quotes on a trunk
it says i split to earth to resurrect the funk
a dozen snapple pops and a little box of beats
travellin through space with
a nigga Black and scary
Young black and gifted
Can never box me in like a drumstick and biscuit
The sky's not the limit
There's a world to be discovered
generatin' some peace
By generatin' some heat shit's crackin' it's a beast
Get gutter, won't stutter
Rhymes sharper than a box cutter fresh out the box
you better know who really gangsta
Hollywood ain't know abou' black panthers
Fuck outta my face!
Le' me talk about killas making da quarter by
Rent due,
Keep jumping on it Like Tonto
Been a Fresh Prince since Fonso
And I stay on point like Rondo
Photo, Canon
Kodak moment So candid
SLR Mclaren
Riding by
evidence up in trial
When it comes to Profiling the Records is undeniable
Black hoodie My Adidas laced to Perfection
Wouldn't You Be Illin if you matched
the Kimbo
Slice of the black forest
As I'm running game
Black forest
To an end goal
Of ownership
In a whole other league
Pichichi is more of a rental
Parental
Hands up
Hands up
Guns down
R.I.P. Jelan Moreira
Hands up, guns down
Some way, some how
Rome wasn't built in a day
Brick by brick I got a City 2 Save
that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas, what?
It ain't
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
'ting lock arff
Pull crop, after crop, after crop (after crop)
Sell box, after box, after box (after box)
But things don't always go well, so I've
everybody's talking
In the T with my g
Taking turns with a portion
I'm black an' a white rapper
Morrisson an' Jordan jaykae an' Aitch
I can't shop by myself
The boy was a lamb with fear
He chose the path of shapeless people
Under a hood, white face like hunger
Under black cloth, black like night
Shouts
If you have a gun, shoot'em in the head, that's a sure way to kill'em.
Look
My son know black and white because he see it in his crayon box,
only
is for every black girl that's a money maker and a room shaker
Do you baby don't let nobody box you in
It's no monolith black women we do this
Fellas
You see the drip when I come through
Gucci bandana like kung fu
Double F up on my black belt
Match my kicks like 1 2
That's what I dropped on the fit
to the course on the muddy road
Black and white
Black and white
Black and white
In the living room
In the dead of night
Don't be scared to fight
When it's for
can't decide how fuckin' broke they want to be
Yeah, they're 'bout a broke as a black guy
Scared of niggers, I just got groped by a black guy
Scared to be
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