Lyrics:
What it is shawty? Can I roll good?
See you impressed by the game like ya s'pose to
You see rap stars with cars and black cards
All you get is convos,
with his keys
B.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beams
Face on TVs, platinum CDs
Shit, I never flip
It's on nigga,
CD's
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
TRU tattooed on my back bitch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherfuckin
mind
From Uncle Sam Sham
From Uncle Sam Sham
From Uncle Sam Sham
Unlock your...
Black and white, white and black, we're here to fight and kill
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
the master key to open all the doors you desire
I’m from a world of jealousy, hatred black to black
They only love you when you gone dead
Destiny awaits don’t
comin’)
So fuck that man where are the keys
Wild pigs tryna spread that fatal disease
(I’m runnin’)
So tell me when have you heard a black cop
Mistakenly
the right dreams, penning
Soul frequencies in the right key, unlock
Barriers of mind and spirit, I am the Griot
Orbiting celestial being, I am the Abbot who
Keys
Dirty, please, watch me as I switch my steeze
First name GMC, last name Denali
Why the change? Yu-kon not fuck wit me
Eight batteries, four
walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader
wouldn't listen
So now I'm on the road passing out my CD's
I been thinking so long that my thoughts turned to 3-D
Triple time that's a 3 piece, wit' some
black potency which lay entwined in stygian tendrils within his mind
An ireful power born of they who writhed upon the shores of Pangaea before man's
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
fear
Yeah, y'all talked this to that I held my head and persevered
'Cause now the live wire empire expands with grands of fans
Black Sheep by popular
come fuck with the plug
I stay mind fuckin' bitches, baby, give me the cash
I'm still haunted by my past, bullets shattered the glass
Them shells
the premiss
They snorting lines
Cause I only brought loud
But I’m sorta shy
And I mind my own business, no fortune 5
7gang shit, that’s 2 more than 5
But I
town
Cruise by Grove Avenue skate park
Square up with my senior year art
And they're all still in their teens
If I go back in time
Will I change my mind
the money team
Cause I don't mind buying that
I'll put out cd's vc's
I don't mind buying that
Buy or buy bitch
I don't mind buying that
Cause I don't smoke
are no erasers
Big enough to heal the sky
He’s watching from the open window
Wearing a tattered cape
Squinting eyes and a corner smile
Above
You could have aimed a pistol to my head
Now I look back and I dread and dread
They say you'll know a tree by its fruit
Only forbidden fruits yours
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
cold in norms
If you want a fist then throw me punch
I'm in the position I can make it run
Die by six, no it can't be done
I hope they connect
Black
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
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