Lyrics:
hoes, we don't love these hoes
These hoes that's the way the game goes
I'm black and proud
With a big 45 and a pack of loud
I stay gased up
My kick door
Somali dad ran away from a war
Now his son's in a war, that's the cycle we're in
I know niggas that didn't do time in a bin
That have never had freedom
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
could have thought
This man in black
Was soft and had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack
Came in and it wasn't to pray
Coachella, i
Got a tour comin' up, I don't
Really have time but, fuck it
I gotta figure it out
Cole Alexander adding his vocals to DEATHCAMP
Tyler recording
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
my tip on my big black pipe (ha ha)
I thought to myself, he's a keeper
All in his cakes, I ain't talkin' zebra
I put on my clothes, and I was on my way
got me fucked up
And by the way, his name was Terrence but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good
They can't push this t out the way they better fade to black
Let me taper that Master clippers masterdlaaat yea
Yeshua my Master mac
Yea I ain't worried
Yeah, let's go
Alright
Let's go, let's go
Alright, let's go
Alright
Stackin' the money all the way from the floor, I swear that this shit is amazing
you. You got to walk it by yourself.
If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft and had any yellow up his back, I gave that notion up
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
the color of power
Embrace black, that's the color that's ours
Hold up homie, what's black?
Black is the absorption of light
Probably why we get hated by
With all due respect
I don't have pity for you black niggas, that's the way I feel
Screamin' "Black Lives Matter"
All the black guys rather be
to go around His will by other means or methods
Lord, remove the hearts of stone of those who have rejected
Your Word, Your will, Your bond. And those
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
this mischief making it don't make no sense to me
Let Yahweh have his ways me
Uhn
Nigga act like you know i know shit
Don't be putting me on no hoe shit
juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft
Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch few more rap acts
Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
As if there ain't no other way
As women we need to hold they hands
Kiss 'em, hug 'em, expose they best
Let him get that shit off his chest
Deep down in
And have you heard of
The pyro kinetic homeboy?
Diablo icon, followed by him walking out of
A flaming house with his hands up
Surrendering to a large police
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