Lyrics:
Mm, um, yeah
Palms sweatin', guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black
my guns
All my women
Ryc is chillin
Sorta like a villain
Surrounded by funky fresh n fly women
Some um is poolside, some um is swimmin
Some um
Ok turn up the volume
Um um um um
Um um um um
Have you been looking for me
Looking for something you can't find
How long do you think it could last
Hoje é feriado eu construindo um raciocínio
Sei que para muitos é preciso um olhar clínico
Pensamentos a mil eu mantenho o eu lírico
Só tenho o da
money by the bags nigga (Bags nigga)
Was buying all my bitches bags nigga (Bags nigga)
Took the baton from dem last niggas (Last niggas)
And ran with um
Madiba kumnyama Lupita
Black shades on me it’s harder to see ya
By any means Ima get it my soul on a meter
By any means Ima get it my soul on a
I put my
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
blunts in a all black bulletproof Benz
I live by everything I've said I swear that I could never be like them!
With some ink and paper I commit crimes
'em
Lookin' like the holocaust with Supreme hats with 'em
I am tryna get Ms. Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny chin chin
Um, what's
You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha
Yes it has many meanings, but no
the Black Pearls
I knew the Saigons
And matter of fact, my family by
They self, my brothers, and sisters
We fought the whole Saigon gang
The whole gang
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
do that
Niggas this and that, um I can’t relate
You can fuck on any bitch but I would rather date
You gone fuck and dip but Ima take her & escape
Black
happens.
You can't help it. It just comes out, ready? ready?...
Um, Hello?
...Um, Hi? Hello? Unless you're black. If you're black it's a little different.
I'm an artist not a rapper
Not a capper
That's fasho
I'ma finesse that money ready
I'ma get that bag on god
Demon protected by them angels
Just
before I met champ /spot lp duel or punch /champ from 46 they found slump /by yankee stadium /if we build to destroy they did Um like they created um
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his
suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his
a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha, throw fiesta, by alma queta
Chicqueta, monero, nieta
Don't ever fuck around with
And gettin' stalked by these crooked cops again
Fuckin' with the young black male, tryin' to stack mail
And um, stay away from the packed jails
I told
I’m on a plane going straight on out west
Thinking bout meeting my pops in a blue dress
Turn on the news there’s the Black Lives Movement
I’m ma wear
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