Lyrics:
a burden
And now I do not feel cause I'm so broken
Cause now I'm black hearted
You're begging me to stay but this heartbreak made me an artist yea
And now
the other
But everything I ask you, you're a slave to your socials
Make sure you take a picture with me bitch 'cause I'm poppin'
Post it up proper
All
to the DaBaby, cause we had to make sure that we had some “ish” with some bop in it. I’m just a typical 18 year old kid. Since we have been stuck in the house
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
I treat beef like a album I promote the drama
Stay bustin' a hammer, sweatin' a smile
And I make sure these motherfuckers'll regret when I'm wildin'
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
wait, wait, wait, hold on, hold on, I'm not done
Please don't turn the mic off cause I'm talking
He jumped at me like it's hopscotch, so I chalked him
I’m back and I’m better
Better than ever
Sweeter the juice
My berry is Black
I’m darker than ever
Melanin drip-drip
Chocolate rain for the weather
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
the throne
Are you ready to take it on
I'm the King of the Bops bro
I'm fucking ready let's go
Ink the printer
Meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hoe in
move, move, move, aye
Couple fucking albums are you new, new, new aye
Cause I'm vague, not vogue
Got some bricks a couple sticks and a ton of hoes
I ain't
like a fountain spawned in
She ringing line and it's leaving her no responses
The magic got her mad i'm like ma'am it's just a Johnson
Or was it more
to find a woman when you' talented and black
When you hollerin' at labels
And they silencing you back
'Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence
suckatash!
Now I'm seein a black guard workin for a Korean
Tellin me I can't be in the places that I be in
You can spend your money here
You can't make no
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
purpose is the price
Run it up, run a height
Dunking beanies with a dyke
Black Houdini, come to life
I'm Billy Ocean, I'm revived
I'm staining sofas, I'm
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by, then you get capped
alone
I'm on my own
In my little fucked up world
And I ain't got time for silly games little girl
'Cause I'm tryin' to be me
And that's all I can be
better.
No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, I'm a straight gamer.
Verse 1 *(Black C)*
Chapter one
I'm blowin up the scene wit my gun
of been a product of the environment i grew up in
cin't gotta bag but i'm really from the gang
ct the Johnson hall where i caught my first fade
I was off
I'll be right by your side
Radio play me that new 3005
Bino won't die, illest rapper alive
See what's up with Fredo when
I'm out in the Chi
Murder
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