Lyrics:
Ayy
You know its Lor Tri nigga yeah ayy
Blow on who lor nigga imma drift off
Slammin on the box like a young Nigga chris paul
1 2 3 Do the dash then
savages why u take em away
Stuffed in a cell or a box shits so cliche
Pay close attention cuz I got some 2 say
Everybody ain't ya friend gotta pray errday
we gotta map this shit out, son
we can't just be runnin' them things...
[Noreaga] Meet us on 160 - the nigga be on 1-5-2,
and we just gonna do it
granny house with vanilla wafers
This the remedy, the seperation
2Pac of my generation
Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix
Red rose in the gray pavement
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
my check, my bitch sprinted the shuttle
Sign plus an M, bought a Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak
With hearts of midnight, brightened by his infernal light
We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goath of a thousand young
Two horns
your heart stops
Then padlock your time box and dropped it in a black marsh
To hell and back is where my mind has been
And once upon a time I had
[Crooked Eye]
Chorus
Niggas like me make the world go â??round
Beats by the pound is them niggas droppin' platnum sounds
Niggas like me roll
mother
Raised up by grandmother ???
Cause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance
So now I'm forced to stand up on my own two
many black youths locked in a box for life
I wanna go home!
It wasn't worth the sacrifice
No one knows for whom the bell tolls
Or how many souls
braids, overalls, black tights
And a toboggan atop your golden locks
Two, braids, overalls, bright blue eyes
An oasis for my mind
Two braids, overalls,
The lame stuffer
Bang, deranged fucker
I walk bys and guys became Kane Tuckers
Make enemies, make friends
I make money, money make moves in the state
Woah
I be like the moon Coming out when the sun gone
All black clothes coming out when the sun gone
Your girl with me And we all sinning
Preach all
(x2)
{V1}
I am the black hole sun
I can just morph into fourths then your done
And in the course of my journey
force was my calling
had to coerce
sayin', you rollin' with Nastradamus
we flowin' to St. Thomas
jewelry box full of stones so I can change diamonds
matchin' masterpieces on black
[Chorus - Opium Black]
Dem boy they are di real ting (Yaah)
When dem see us we ah di real ting (Yaaah)
Hungry in a di morning (Yeaahh)
Lion Food by di
the confetti hell gate
On the pee(?) floor bloody towels on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces
Mass murder, should have been in
too scared of that
Always see him in that corner selling niggas hope
Life, the young, the broke, the black, by now you know the trope
The protagonist
the hood
Like I'm running through a maze
Find me trunk up, with the top back
One deep in the front, two freaks in the back
Haters mad at me, cause I'm MVP
plaques in the office
Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es
When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass
A black man with attitude bird to the police
1 pump 2 pump 3 pump 4
Tighten neon laces then we out the door
Late 80s style fashion block party what's
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Mesmerized by her eyes and the glide in her walk
She was sent by Satan himself
Temptations prayin' for help
But couldn't help it still
Found help in two
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