Lyrics:
Yeah, black, black, black, black
Black power, black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, black power, white powder, white powder
Black
by train nigga
Caravan then by plane nigga
So Icey print on my last brick
But these bricks plain jane, nigga
We the felix brothers, vato
We the felix
Saturday mornin', I ain't gotta work
Last night's show sold a lot of merch
Bad bitch in my bed so I ain't gotta jerk
Forbes List caught me so it's
She poppin' that pussy like Molly
Bad white ho kinda look like Miley
I think that she off of the Molly I think that she off of the s**ts
Ridin'
Saturday mornin', I ain't gotta work
Last night's show sold a lot of merch
Bad bitch in my bed so I ain't gotta jerk
Forbes List caught me so it's
yeah)
You can tell I'm 'bout my paper by my conversation (yeah, guap)
Gotta be a dime, I can't fuck with basics (dime, gotta)
Like 'em plain Jane like
if he try
To take a flight again
It's simple and plain
(plane) I let it fly when the flight come in
The white come in
You slow? Go to Google search
And the streets run red
Blue blood
White lies
Blue blood
White lies
Blue blood
White lies
And the streets run red
You call it, “law and order”
But we know it’s all
knives (soooo serious)
(Baby)
I got 40 cars, fuck a bike
I don`t ride
Cause I don`t like
It`s 3 t`s & fuck nights (soooo serious)
(Manny Fresh)
Hate and fury reigns
Maim
Strike
This battle shall be won
Among the snowy plains up North where the fallen ones arrive
Valhalla's gates did call forth
to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of
The caliber of discounts
Indicated by the presence of
A heart-shaped object in your community
Hey kid, look at you! Right
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
mind your business
Plain white tee, no ku klux business
Check my IV, check what's missing
Check my ID, know the difference
Niggas talkin' be specific
and took the chick to lunch
The Funny thing, Is when I seen him last
He was wearing drag and went by Mrs.Huck
People tell me I'm too explicit
Nah homie, just
kids, parents, don't be docile
To these forced ideologies, especially
When it's so easy to call out their s-y a- hypocrisy
Just by having a sense
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
intellect
Took a while to see by my vision
Can't put your foot down you be trippin
Did you hear yourself speak you don't listen
In the dark I got the sunlight
Take it back to the car (last call)
Take it back to the car
You can close your eyes on every white lie
Keeping my feelings for girls passing by
from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts
You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please
and that what we call exposure
And we get locked up by tonight I know them folk gone try and hold us
Got gram for niggas on white, and we keep siph' for
I mention I was full of joy
You can call me big boy
Not a chonk
Saw Bobby lee on tv with gronk
What would tiger belly be
Without khalila
A plain
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
the name, baby
Wife-beaters and white t-shirts, Hanes, mainly
It's a long shot, but is it possible? There's a lane, maybe
If not he's gon' have to come
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