Lyrics:
numbers no dates
So when straight turn crooked on time is too late
Ya steppa stepping to stompa
Invisible weapons silent war
Black lives don't matter
They
whatcha got, Mr. Mans?
I got a lot of money, I don't see no keys in my hands
Could you be my nasty girl
And let me do that dirty dance witchu?
If you
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin my black
banging back
Then we gon' fade to black then we gon' fade to black
I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
You wasn't blessed with ambition so
the dress Code
Buss back ain't no one alive yo
Big body benz on a black road
Big tree's smokin' on a bag yo
Trade my soul no for the bag no
Lot of ****** love
surrounded by them flies
Boy I know that I’m the shit cuz my heart, it ain’t got no lies
My heart ain’t got no evil I just like to be the villain
I just like
a fixed case
No key cause I
Roll with a black face
Too real
Wake up lil nigga
That's why I'm here
To break up lil niggas
And the po-po
5-0
Looking for
inna life
Hey mi a feel it
And a nuh mi alone a feel it
All Gana a feel it
Junior big up yuhself
Caw mi know seh yuh a feel it
Yah man
Yah
Key yuh si dah
Grow seeds
Toke green blow trees til the sun is up
So she
Chose me
No we don't sleep till the fun is done
No please
Slowly
Pour me henny till you
a new bloke
Yea fuck boy geezer
Biddy got popped she a dreamer
I got top in the front of the beamer
Had fun though what the fuck your no leader
Come from
abundance
Funded by my brothers others for nothing
Woman they love me for the fun
Never loving just because
Need you never letting up
All those nights I tried
the other side
They don't want no drama with us
I hate my brother died
Now we want homicide, murder after murder
Wan' make his momma cry
Kidnap his kids,
and I'm kill
Yeah I'm really from the jungle
I was raised by bears 'n' deers
And I still yeah rep Hastings
Black and Gold is how I live
Yeah I do
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
fingers through my hair
Redbones to black bones, dark bones to redbones
Skinny girls come a dime a dozen
But I play hoes like Plenty Lenny 'cause I get
house tonight
Every girl that came through looked tight
All the homies had fun, there's no need to fight
So much drank and weed to keep us high
Once lived my life on the prairies
Not by choice
He told me we gon' get married, ha
I was high, I was low
Left behind kitchen doors
Got a woman
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
Porsche that divorce me from all that
Fuck it wear the all black air force ones with the ski mask
Tell me where the keys, weed, DMX CD's be at
Keep
it but that shit keepin me bound
Stuck up in this system no other way I'm makin it out
How TF I make it this far listen I'll tell you how
13 I acted
And into valley's shaded by the weight
Of the temptations that waiting so patiently in greener grass to take
Them past the point of no escape
And so they
a key, like spelling bees
You taking off my energy
And breaking all my inner needs
No benefits from taxes fees
Attacking all these blacks that's freed
Not fazed by your team
You niggas ain't did a thing
Speak down on us but low-key you's a fan, nigga
On god, niggas better pray that this jam, nigga
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