Lyrics:
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
So where were we oh YO
SO I GO HARD FAST FLOW LIKE IM ON A POGO IN SLOWMO WITH NO FORTY FO' NO RUN IN WIT THE PO PO FO SHO NO DOH' AS AN ARTIST YOU
So where were we oh YO
SO I GO HARD FAST FLOW LIKE IM ON A POGO IN SLOWMO WITH NO FORTY FO' NO RUN IN WIT THE PO PO FO SHO NO DOH' AS AN ARTIST YOU
'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back,
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back,
tell you right now
Golden Black up next
Crunches for 6 years
Now I'm walking on my own
All I have to say
I was never fooled by these hoes
All bout my
a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
You never hear that we buckle
Beef? we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double
Unless you want
black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
TIM-BA-land, now haters want to get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
He
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
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
what we can't do
Fire on both sides of the endless candle
Losing my vitamin D
My complexion getting lighter by week
Holed up secretly making fire beats
blood, I'ma show love, I'll call you my brother
When we on the road like a trucker
We bringin' that heat like it's summer
We'll serve 'em no butler
Send
will never see me as you rotate the mall
330 spin, cook a steak up on this grill
Me myself and I, we like a hamster in the wheel
Rolls emblem, Black
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
countless songs together
We even have an album, but you
Just acted like we've never yeah
You erased me from you’re sad life
You got rid of me, no more sight
I
fuck around and get high
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames
shit
Black Wall Streeter, ain't no leasin we buy ownership
Man i still remember, (uh) seeing Flip in my shopping center
Sellin tapes up out that trunk
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