Lyrics:
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
Black
But your album sound like you give
Your nuts for a plaque
You don't ride for the facts like um
Say Scarface
You don't know what you feel, y'all too
by ourself
And play them hatin ass muthaufuckas to the left
I ride in the back wit lil buss niggas
All of em back wit em black wit em black pumps
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
broken by the politics including mine
We need to fix this
I don't give opinions because
They are commonly
Agreed upon i say what I feel
I feel
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Yeah, it's time Black
It's time
You feel that magnetic, right?
Let's get 'em
And we're all just spokes in a big ol' wheel
Hopin', turnin',
of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is
Yeah, somebody told me that
I'm an artist's artist
Took that as a compliment, yeah
Black Sheep 1 still makin'
Me a streamin' check
I got fourteen
I gotta white face
Tell me can you have black thoughts with a white face
I was brought up on this music taught by its influence
So much I never
black ass got older
No matter what I just kept at my trade
I made mistakes but stayed sharper then a Ginsu blade
It ain't clean in these streets, it's
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Cool umm, the next song we're gonna do
Is a song by a really good friend of mine
He's actually featured on my
Original Black Radio album
He co-wrote
earning those residuals (Shred it Gang)
ProducedByTyler (Tyler) man we just dropped an album (Black Market)
Been a long time coming Earth Yarb, this
At the right hand of Baphomet
Marked with 3 6's
Arms outstretched hovering 6 inches
Over a grave
Optics black and chanting
Head back facing the stars
Go to Mars, yea
In a car, yea
This ain't hard, yea
I'm a star, yea
Rock all black, yea
Just like tar, yea
Everything, yea
Extra large, yea
Can't do
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