Lyrics:
Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me
Strap me on a pair of lips and I'll leave you be
High in the saddle, my Chapstick in hand
Through snow and wind
cuz the only thing that matters bout yer album
is who else you got a rappin on it
burn black smoke fills the sky
ya bring the wicked out of me yer
City
You have forgotten me, I have been tied to another world that has already been lost
2 Worlds tied by our memories, as you remember me everything you
my favorite rapper til Kanye clone grab a microphone
Say Trump don't care about black people and don't go blonde
Taylor Swift
I'm my favorite rapper
This song right here, this what Steve Harvey say
He like off the album I shoulda listened
Shouts out to my nigga Steve Harvey (yeah)
My nigga Cool
I told you once, and you didn't believe me
Now with the help of Grip, it cost to see me
I'm a thug and drugs is what I live by
So if I speak it I mean
I plan to overstand the world
And be the tool used by Jah
To school crews that are unaware
I prepare the food that's raw
I saw fast paths but they
a tongue twister
Mista, my style'll be makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and then
I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask polite if
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
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
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
say
Feel so good!
Now, the band
Back there on bass, and key bass
We got, Quincy Ray
Yeah
Yeah
Over there on the organ
We got, Sounds By Shad
Yeah
Let's say you done had a day like mine, crazy
Can't wait for it to end
Then your iPhone chimes and you check
Behold it's JPEG from a peng black gurl
I'm exhausted by this city life
Too many men in pinstripes
Taxi cabs and the club late night
Somewhere there's always a fight
They say chin up girl
on the sides of my seats
Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets
I blacks out never blind by the size of the image
No disguise, homocide don't
(These tears I cry)
(Sure won't be the last) ayy, rest in peace to Nip
(They will not be the last, no) the album was done, I had to go back in
they doing their thing
Cmon Cameron, oh boy, Dipset, oh boy
How can you be from a city so black
And bust shitty lyrics thats whick, whick,whack
bullets in our back
Do you love black or just listen to it?
Are you for the movement or only music?
Could an OnlyFan make a bad cop, strip his badge off
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
seat
Of that Honda -we armored!
Back in the geo-quarter key was the normal
Jack a nigga if he hurtin'
Not believing in karma but
What if he armed
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
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