Lyrics:
Shoutout keys im missin your persence at home
You was up on the block next day they out there you gone
Finna find out who killed you put that on my
when it all falls
Who'll be the one to carry us?
Gettin' closer to the end by each step
They say all the real niggas dead
And gone but we left
Dawg, I
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
i’m 20
Some-odd years old, young, black
And a force, i’m living
To see some grandkids and
Die of natural cause, retire
Somewhere, living in the Keys
be sellin keys
I keep my memories, try to keep my head stromg
But baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone
[Sons, Mo B. O'dell]
Don’t Shoot
Ho Ho
Don’t shoot
These racist cops have got to go
(Black Lives Matter)
No Justice
No Peace
No Justice
No Peace
I’m chasing this dream
While
the key to the Wraith
I got the key to the Bentley Truck
When I leave the booth, I'm gone pick it up
Facts, when I'm in my hood
Shit I do what I wanna
250
Black lives not now
Everybody matter to me
All races, y'all don't like what I'm sayin'? Haterade, tall cases
Everybody hate somebody
Guess we all
Skin color murdered by a black man who been brother
Or a cop who been Sucka through it all it be another
Black, man getting to the money
Black man, black
surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she
offered a bid
For possession of heroin and got locked in the bin
Shit
The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo ghost's
And horror stories that'll live
huh)
Do It all no plan b (No plan b)
Do it all no plan b (No plan b)
Get the bag that’s a major key
Major key is when you got the bag
Black man with
the first reality
We should live by
Not judgin from what's on the inside
You hate us for the color of our skin?
Why?
What will it take for you to see?
We're
casket red, blue or white
And once you gone ain't no motherfucking coming back
The way you live is the way you gone die black
Glocks pulled on this
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
Black Lives matter nigga
Black Lives matter nigga
We aint doing nothing wrong
But they shoot us
Wherever we roam
Black Lives matter nigga
Black Lives
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
on the block
I'ma Y.A. ride 'til I'm dead on the block
Entourage 'til I'm gone watchin me until I drop
Got a pocket full of stones, walkin up and down the block
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
Black Mob City
Wanted nigga, chasing seven figgas,
Finger stay on triggers,
With perfect aim and timing,
Round here, where hatting is common,
believe in magic
And my feet in the street is black magic
And my soul in control is black magic
And the life that I live is black magic
justified
Liquor and cig companies hustle and take lives
But don't pay the price
We want our slice
Call us Black racketeers
Counting racks without fear
Discuss these dead and gone live live by the black keys Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In