Lyrics:
Porsche that divorce me from all that
Fuck it wear the all black air force ones with the ski mask
Tell me where the keys, weed, DMX CD's be at
Keep
a strong black man.
Every two weeks I see Sam,
Pitchin' out my check with no respect, but I still don't give a damn.
Because I gotta make my dough.
My
by his grace and his mercy the Holy Ghost took control of me
Now I can serve Him
I Got Jesus
The one that died to save our souls
Jesus
He can change
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
a city of violence
To homeowners in California
Could have been just another dead black kid
But instead I’m in here dying of boredom
I got the keys
I
Puttin' money in Japan
Puttin' hunnies in your hand
Puttin' gummies in your van
Kids overdose
Grab it from me if you can
Only gold up in my pannin'
funny, keep the jokes coming in
Should I be worried? I've already duppied him
All Black Winter, black clouds above him
End of discussion
Oi, who left
later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin' with
Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady
Triple gold these
instead of becomin a strong black man
Every two weeks I see sam
Pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Becaause I gotta make
and when it snowed
and temperatures droppin below zero, you know I froze
No CD's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire
with a hanger for
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
stop me
Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets
Caviar and bitches, 6-4 and switches
Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens
treasure more than gold
Been like a gentle river flowing but it's time to grow
It's time to tell my story it's the truth untold
Cause when life hands you
Play with the keys like I'm dealing sauce
(keys) smoking on cookie I'm coughing
You think it's a body, got bricks in a coffin
Heroin black look like
blendin them in wit, homynyms entered in
and by embalmin them wit, shit, whenever I spit
No need for me to go get old hit, records to go gold wit
Yo' shit
later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin' with
Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady
Triple gold these
tired of playing the same scratched up cd, NoVa hit em’
Little house, big house
Things that I don’t think about
Inevitable, niggas used to rag time
slippers count
when you in the ghetto
wife beater, nigga Tim's
slide in with some bigger rims
flip a key and hit the flee
and go an get some bigger gyms
tha
the rose gold on the bezel
Got your man in between my thighs
Paint a picture, I don't want no stories
Hit the skrip, marble floors, off-white
By ocean drive
I'm confessing to this vodka this stress will get you popped up
A walk by black pea coat the desert E spit nonstop
Cease ya'll plans I plan to live I
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...
[HOOK: Paulissa Morgan]
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel
and made gold from ‘em
Fight my demons like Ghostbusters
Swear every season got more of ‘em
I’m getting closer so no wonder
Aye
Over here tryna maintain
Down
to grind, stay peeling green chile
Burlap sacks stacked to the mother fuckin ceiling
Weed so good puffin yucca till we feel it
I seen black keys you know I
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