Lyrics:
Right now, Giggs is holding
Down the rap game, innit
I'm holding down the grime game dot Rotten
RIP Young Dot out now in
All good record shops,
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
the black is my first and foremost
Can I get a little land for me and mine?
Grow vegetables, maybe make a little wine
Build with the Gods and the bright
to connect the dots when has this time elapsed
All I know is I won't quit till I collapse
Breaking the blue ribbon used to sipping Blue Pabst
Went from penny
the league in assists
Hop scotch, black top, I ain't been skippin' a step since
Real estate, Zillow every day, bitch, I might just change my profession
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat
Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet
So high, I'm so high I feel like
150 round magazine and a dot
FMJ's by the box, nigga
Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga
Shouldn't find that surprising
Cause I bought the muthafucka
Nothing more than a dreamer
Now I fuck those same girls
In the back of my black beamer
Godbody
Sim simma
Who got the
Keys to me beamer
Sim simma
Who got
I'm in a matte black Rolls' and I'm cruising
Palm trees up on the beach, I keep moving
Sunshine as I take these shots
With the world at my feet like
Spending money with my own kind
Black Power
(Black Power)
Buying land that I can call mine
Black Power
(Black Power)
Educated, innovative minds
Black Power
Yeah i said it's Kid Ink baby
Turned to the max like TJ
Body tagged up like the bottom of the freeway
Game on lock
You niggas need to get a key made
a spliff for breakfast
You better connect the dots
We next to drop
We some veterans yet to pop
And bless the block
It's the spot that I came from
The spot
Get ready for the black out bitch
I got blacked out shit I got blacked out shoes
I'm a black OG in a blacked out Benz
With the blacked out rims
getting to be warzone
They can't sleep easy, toss around by they torso
I need help, I got a tore soul
Ay, wait
Something only me and the Lord know
Might
getting to be warzone
They can't sleep easy, toss around by they torso
I need help, I got a tore soul
Ay, wait
Something only me and the Lord know
Might
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
that, trust that, I rush dat
Don divas dice game fevers and up
Malibu Sea Breeze in the cup, what what?
D the Dean, D the Don, Waterbed dot com
a fugitive
Because I choose to live pro life
When it comes to mine my ruger 9's on cock
For all them haters with the scandolous plots
The red dot marks
song not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Please hold your applause
For I just applied logic keys
Keys open doors
Now I'm balcony, opera,
chalk like a black board
The coke chorus, Soprano, piano provocateur
I mob forward get knocked for it
I play keys and got the locks for em
It's an art
that I came
This site is mine, I'd never sell my domain
The most visited dot com
Is my own while you swinging em' pom poms
Rhyme my poems and it's
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