Lyrics:
push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga
And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first?
Being black is kinda like being born
canteloupe little old maid
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A bass guitar a old fruit jar
A green canteen and a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll
[Intro: sample]
"For in America, black people should never
Be accused of being violent, or applicating violence
In America, when a black man says
digging never mine to find pleasure I
Was an addicted to handle my dick losing this psychological battle and shot
Tearing my heart apart shit is hard
Times be hard, but ima shooting star
Here for bit, then I'll be gone by tomorrow
Off to somewhere far, I'm speed racer in my car
Mach five modified,
but that might be a plus
On the channel a fucking animal, leaking like pairs of candles
Bitches ain't hard to handle, I don't want a bride I just want
getting hard for me to handle
Had to trade my Nike's to the store to buy some candles
Last to first and I'm a-hunted and a ho I know
The man is going
ain’t no handlebars
Chasing after skirts and candy cars
Worldly pleasures my aim and measure
Look like ain’t no handle handlebars
Nothing I can do about
raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on Broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed
you leave in your blood
Goin' in flippin' hundreds get the young
Show 'em where it go
Float on the floor
Gettin' more dough
Grind hard go
Black
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
Bread in jozi though
Dough feen
Chasing every cheque
Like I'm playing fetch
Stove clean
Careful with this mixture
It could blow
Handle the mic with
Hard body, my bars probably
Would off John, Bob Marley
Step poppy banging I was hardly
Higher than them handle bars
They was higher than the stars be
it's hard not shaking that fear off
White boys said I brag too much, the black kids said it's inspiring
Duality is tiring, my girl would kill me if she
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
alone I fear
Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes
the hating, since a little boy my balls home
Life can hard to handle, you try to offer your help but
It's somewhere in the fight club fucking themselves up
can handle the biz
(We can handle the biz?)
Yeah we can handle the biz
I mean a beachfront with a view on the strip
I know that each month we gon get us
(Aye)
I would just pray and be thoughtful, try real hard not to run in front car
(Oo)
A couple years back had a break down harder that I ever did back in
and you die
Hard to be a smartass
When i'm munchin on your brains
Won't be your black sheep anymore
Won't be a stool for your feet anymore
Forever made him
black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin
Music, money, paigons, education, fam' I handle it
I try so hard in my tracks to give a message
But it's
That's how we handle biz
That's right we fought side by side
To our handle biz
Bring the chorus back
You got the wrong guy dude
You got the wrong guy
You
Mando
Know the force is what I handle
Make me, call in my attack dogs
Gold, black ops one commando
Ain't no nigga ever scaring me
We can take it where
And it's only uber black where we might fiddle in the back
Coz shawty special she ain't dealing with the casual
Should of seen the setup
Shit I should
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