Lyrics:
keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
And watch it go up in flames boy
Blow up tha game boy throw up
instrumentals
King of the underground
Loc walk like a Pimp
Fuck the run around
Know a couple OGs that'll run em down
And he keep it low-key when they gun em down
probably swiping by you
Bright red whip like elijah, my chariot of fire
The rap game savior, don't you call me a liar
I've been off on my lonely
Swerving all
til bitches is drowning yea
Black spiderman flow I be spitting venom
Getting in them and kicking rhythm to an instrumental
I pump the bass on the track
Boy I'm a master of the black arts
Hate hides in my black heart
Love dwells in my outer shell
But I'll dump shells wit the car Parked
Fuck a drive
Iss the loner by choice
Let me lower my voice I'm just so inspired wrote some fire
Iss ya bona fide boy
Me time
Give me my me time
Iss the loner by
And she down to ride
Like a Nina boy I need her ima keep her by my side
And to get her in my life you know I'll throw away my pride
I need a Toni "Child
that shit ain't often
A black nigga that balled, man that shit ain't common
They thought I'd be a typical black nigga
Making notes out of keys like
a collar
Bonfire, pray your boy top dollar
Top shotta, skrrr right by ya
Rastafari pullin' up in that 'Rari
No dread head but I chief the Bob Marley
Ohh
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking
Itching to see how I handle it
When snakes start rattling, calm
I can show you about harm
Put blades in
Cause you kill niggas
Nuts for that ice and that
Cream banana peel niggas
Banana clips spill, niggas wanna bang out
For they approval boy
You can't even
It's black history (aye)
I'm black history
Trying to keep the legacy my ancestors left to me
A legend when I die
I was destined to be like Malcolm X
on black
19 gergio black on black
Meal ticket either way forever stay strap
Boy ima BIG DOG did this on my lonely
See when I win I share wit my homies
Yeah
Have you ever woken up inside a pentagram, memory blank til you remember why you're sent by a temperamental man who sent a ranting letter that
Have you ever woken up inside a pentagram, memory blank til you remember why you're sent by a temperamental man who sent a ranting letter that
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
blackness
An I gotta ask this, is BET still owned by a black man?
Cause I don't know
Money running low
Not banking on a hit song
Cause what I been hearing
me forget about the color I might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered by the blood of the King
I don't do black
attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make a jack move
Yeah, by the way dog like bag food
Dope house like grocery stores, sell boy two
Gettin' high, thugs
Cos I'm a big boy huu hum
A Lagos big boy
Oya latest soundset and my car key
Ja sare travel de Yankee
My girls have Brazillian hair
But kin se Daly
the key
Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you
overspeed by like 20, my engine sound like a plane
I'm in a race for the money, you haters not in my lane
I need a knot in my pocket so big it's hard
(Oh-no, the boy is on a roll
Reaching for his goal
Wow-wow-wow
Man you fucking with the best, the best
Better show respect)
Ah
(The boy ain't gonna
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