Lyrics:
Angelina, lips like Angelina
Like Selena, ass shaped like Selena
I'm like, got up, thank the Lord for the day
Woke up by a girl, I don't even know her
really there in the end?
It’s got me tearing at the seams, hanging on by a thread
It’s like when I wanna eat, no ones breaking the bread
But see the life
Can I talk to ya'll for a minute Family?
I want to read a an Obituary for The Black man.
We come a long way, but we still got a long way to Go.
I
brodie got caught with a knife
I done lost so many niggas in so many ways and I can't say goodbye
Girl I've been thinking bout you yeah on my mind
Been
CHORUS
A gave you all that I own
Baby I should've known
Whenever I leave you here alone
You got another nigga up in Yuh zone
Lately I've seen
Down again (aww)
Especially not my mama man
I'm really not that cool
And I can't afford no school
And I just wanna do the rap thing
And I've got nowhere
by
Brought a baby girl into this world, made our parents grandfolks
Household with no hope, took care of ye, you me
When shit got put out
on and nod ya head with me
I am the man in black, I'm back
Breakin' the back
Of the random attackers
So can the flack
Yo, I'm dangerous
I've been trained
I don't believe in sitting down
Take it like a knife in the back
If it burnt out into nothing after striking the match
I've never been the type
inside a box documenting ITV
You might think that my words are cruel and cold
When your life's surrounded by miserable people grey skies black mould
Stale
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like what
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 truck
I've got the magic stick, I can go
drinkin'
And I've been thinkin, I've got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get
drinkin'
And I've been thinkin, I've got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get
with the lip lock
Sucking my dick till my Kidz Bop
I hit my dance like a Disco
I fuck that bitch try to kill me Black Widow
These niggas copy straight up
there lay the sod o'er me,
I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong."
"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
These words he did say as I
chances all black dice
I talk slick but I rap tight
I've got the hunger and the appetite
Bitches get left when they don't act right
It ain't fair but nigga
to go
So you can cut my hair anyway you like
You can use a scissors
Or you can use a knife baby it's all good
It's alright i just wanna be touched
By
There's fucking magma all over the place
I've just messed up my whole shitty face
I got some make-up and black-paint on nails
I'm emo as fuck, hope
gone
I've been hitting licks
I've been getting bags
Ran up in the trap and got rich
Took the drugs and
I took the cash
Put the gun
In between yo lips
Ohhhh... that's how you feeling right now Tone?
You know they can't rap with us
Black by
Black by
Black by popular demand, on demand
And I'm Black
And tryna' blame your boy for knife crime (like what?)
I don't use a shank, I got money in the bank
Man, I'd rather do a drive by (dickheads)
Mad, mad
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