Lyrics:
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
the heights but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed like the Führer
The judge and the jury, the jewellery mad froze
Water colors on my neck, fuck
you'll ever be
I'm just trynna see your awareness grow
By any memes necessary, yo
And if I don't act, it's cause I have been doing a lot of thinking
So
niggas, if you know what I mean
So don't corrupt your own minds foolin yourself
Tryin to lay it on the black man
I'm a young gee tryin to leave poverty
With
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
Mothers hug your children.
Daddies do it too.
Say a prayer.
Clap your hands.
Lord have mercy save our land.
VERSE TWO
You won't understand me 'til you wear
on your block wit a package of sweet
(Starts singing)
Cuz Free not stuck up
See me anywhere, won't get stuck up
keep the heavy-hand, miss take that off
toss
nesting in your closets, hiding underneath your socks
Living in your living rooms, sleeping by your bedroom clocks
There must be a couple million and more
doing for the streets by joining a frat?
That black greek shit weak, motha fucka step your ass to the back
Don't wanna talk about it
They rather walk
black face
Sipping outta white cup
Looking at rat race
Black hands with no hands
It's a chess game
Cowboys and rabbi's
Its a flesh game, hidden sex
Quarterback rap, improve your jewels
Fuck silver, we sport platinum and black
How platinum is that?
Snatch my album, from y'all capital saps
It's
Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun
Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste
For ducks, and duck
he said he into fighting
He pull up with them hands this gun gone clap him like some lighting
Aye
Hold up bitch I'm finna go in
No I'm not Dre (DreTL)
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
Oh No! He’s coming again! Everyone run! Ha-ha! Yea, it’s me again, yo, yo
He will ruin any beat
Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Listen to his
screaming, fuck 12
They all screaming mercy, got them by there soul
Its bout to be a cold winter
Better watch your bitch, she might run into some heat, nigga
niggas put fear in my heart
We only fear going broke
And none of you niggas put fear in my heart
We cut your head by the throat
Never would hang with you
thing baby
C'mon bring it now
Go back like 8 tracks and cadillacs
Way before crack even similac
Hell wit the wire taps
New booby traps
Hear the hand claps
Only one team will be able to
Destroy them, an even greater team
A super powered force
Yes, a veritable army of the
Most deadly villains alive
And by
equal rights
I ain't talkin' hands when I tell your ass to make it clap
Ten out of ten times you came shit that's a stating facts
And I love the things
to your pussy nub"
Sweet love, love is love, love is love love
It's a full moon, we in the bedroom
Thoughts consumed by the passion
Slow jam tunes
down, I’m sick of the fraud
I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage
we all know your last name is what got you a job
you use to put together gimmicks
And I'm in the mood to turn you on
In the groove that's so complete
Wind you hips, shake your body
Or clap you hands even stamp your feet
Just like
my hand
Okay? No nigga, don't put your hands up
Just watch (Watch it) my hand i'll do this
And then I'll do this let's try this (Clap)
(Wait, stop,
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