Lyrics:
Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep
More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop
of danger even
Though we live in a world infinitely safer
And more predictable than
Anything our ancestors knew with their help
Our anxieties have only
cross this intersection (nah)
J-Roq the Move Maker:
Shut the door, Kill the lights
Sirens wail throughout the night
black and white got shit to do
on my
I need money (money), mo money.
Mo money, (ching ching), money, nuthing move but the money.
Money, money, look nothing move but the money
of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
Your only
the wise
I guess I'm like the Verbalizer for the fact I'm moving blackwards
This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards
The maker, the owner,
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by
directly affects them, I can’t fucking stand it!
[01:13.37] Let that black king grow, let our black queens live!
[01:16.87] Let that black king grow, let
I was born to be a soldier!
[Chorus: x4]
[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
interstellar dust
It's a must we drop the science form an alliance
In defiance no compliance a moment of silence
For all Black Queen lives taken in violence
By
leg
Do not fuck with the kid, I get busy with the Sig
I come where you live, ya dig?
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money
Twenty keys in the spot
Hundred g's in the dryer
Off of Fenkel and Meyers rocking
Designer and it's by PEW
My money wreak of Dolce Gabana
My Rollie
Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep
More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop
the wise
I guess I'm like the Verbalizer for the fact I'm moving blackwards
This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards
The maker, the owner,
Feed them water
Before taken to slaughter
For the food fight I'm down
Yeah yeah
Can I live?
I got the law maker
Wrapped around my finger
I tell him what
leg
Do not fuck with the kid, I get busy with the Sig
I come where you live, ya dig?
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money
corscious nigga never get framed
The beat I'm stepping on is all in my veins
Go by low key but I'm king in the game
Use my mind as a weapon
Leave my hands
the sun
We screaming black lives matter with no peace in our manner
And we can't get along to climb our own ladder
What's sadder that we argue to the sun
to buy the house
I want to by the car
I want to live LAVIDALOCA
I want to spend the pounds
I want to turn my life around
I want to meet new chicks around
I
new bars
Influenced by many but I'm a whole new star, yeah
There's levels to this but I'm a whole new floor
They talkin' keys to success but I'm
for your money
The checkered, I slide off and make a funky record about it
No more than four minutes and some seconds
And live wire connected,
I ain't got no key
All of the money it ain't come for free
Lighting up fires to unknown degrees
I am a legend, I'm not your brethren
I told that nigga
is my soul after a cup of gin
Black like a march made by a million men (Where my money at)
Black is the color of your eye
If you call my nigga a nigga
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