Lyrics:
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
oh oh
So CG but a nigga stay real
Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit
3-points, field goal
Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
in the flames
But if we sell our soul,
For the chance of gold,
Then we'll rue each passing day!
Like fallen soldiers on these fields we
Spend
flowers are gone
CHORUS:
you are captivating
I walk in fields of gold
I'm illuminated
you elevate my soul
your eyes are like diamonds an overwhelming glow
times is the black man in azania really good fellas
Nature grow
Shoutout to my brothers n sisters
Rolling the trees the hit the Mary With eaze
Nature grow
niggas Max so we saying B
The love we got for Billz
We tatted "Double Bs" hair Mary
What your bitch ain't know
Boo Billz name like gold
Nigga play with his
in my way (way)
I'm not playing with you, bitch, this not the WNBA
I'm a real-life star, so you know I need my space
Beat a white supremacist black
Biggie's Talking intro
Repeat 6x
Mafioso
Little Ceas:
How you figure that your team can affect my cream
Gold and platinum. Black since I stepped
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
cash by the hour
got us on corners
You need that
I got it
days I woke up
Heard my homie got shot at
Blacks getting rich man that just be
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
on me to make more weapons.
And as word of the gold shipment spread,
Strangers suddenly appeared in jungle village
Ay yo, ay yo, Machete still
Through the fields row by row
One plant at a time
Down the row field by field
This field will take a long time
There's corn from here to night
The thong-th-th-thong-th-thongs and Capri's
You can come home with me if you a girl on them six-inch heels
Or a black blonde with the natural and gold in yo grill
Earring in
The Field Mob
(Field, Field)
And also I'm bringin' this for all the girly girly's
(Must bring it)
Who like to shake it at the club
(Shake it, shake it)
Who
When I pull up
All black fresh wax
When I pull up
Five stacks gold plaques
When I pull up
4 on me like Dak
When I pull up
All net no backboard
Pull
With all due respect
I don't have pity for you black niggas, that's the way I feel
Screamin' "Black Lives Matter"
All the black guys rather be
of the greatest
Devil appear in many forms
Even one with halo
Heaven don't lock me out
My soul is still pure, purified by the holy grail
Hail Mary, cuz this
Asking 'bout all the gold that they stole
How dare you put a price tag on my black soul
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Goodie Mob, Organized Noize,
She keeps us sane
Mary Jane
Our favourite spikey green haired
The storm hits hard with thunder above, lightning all around
Black ocean danced
but I'm also rookie of the year (Ballin)
Yeah I'm different bitch, you can also say I'm weird
It's Ok, rolling up that Mary Jane
Like my 10th
aroma potent
Black hoodie, skin, hunted by the former potus
It's a different cloth, I'm cut from, did you notice
Praying for the souls, where they say
out to the field nor fold
He went not out to the village nor town
But he came home in a black, black cloud
Took to his bed and there lay down
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