Lyrics:
So I'll sharpen a blade
You ain't never owned a pair of black timbs
That's just awkward to say
In your case, you valley girl
You as dark as ya prey
You
this time I say what I've got to say
I hear my girl Dinah's playing
And tree branches start swaying
Run over and sit right by the roof
And I see
my consciousness
Interrupted briefly by pukin' fits
Til I find myself starin' cross-eyed at a dumplin stew
Now what miserable son of a bitch could
to take
I guess I'm gonna have to loot
I guess I'm gonna have to burn
I'm gonna have to shoot
And turn my own rags to riches
These bitches don't get why I'm
Been blowing my horn since 2016
Trayvon Martin, Sandra Bland taken out by PD
Now four years later on repeat
They think we happy cuz of paint
center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Next to spike and the pen left to write
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn
Go on then kiss my black foot, go on then
Yo, signed up to the gym 'cause I heard
Man are looking for me and my mates
After I’m done with pumping
It's time to feed the blood fever, use a saw or a butcher's cleaver
the black-eyed boy hangs by his feet
the scarlet draining out, from
Visualizing my future, never thought about a heater, black suit and turtleneck sweater
I never took a breather, my dreams too big for failure
All we
wasn't as wasted
Just living by my own design
In my parents basement, time I spent a lotta
Sitting on the old couch in my room reading manga
Listening
wouldn't want me to
I've got my own lullaby
Can't be saved by you
But she wouldn't want me to
My mama, my life
My mama, my light
My old man is a bad man, but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
that consists of a whole
No beginning no ends no sides it's just a hole
Like in an event I'm a percent
Dealt out a hundred I'm 5, my degree is a black
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
It feel
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
More than a snack
You a 5 course meal girl
Crown to the heel girl
You more than something real girl
And I swear I love the gloss eyed you
With
quiver, heart that quake
He is wild and feverbright eyed
cnd I hear my own heart break
They've returned into the woodland
So I follow where she'd tread
Till
it twisted, when Barack took the oath
Of office back in ‘09, my mind was full of hope
Cause before then, a black man in office was a joke
So now do you
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
way
My way
Good times and blood stains
I'll go out with a bang for the final show
Just remember me by my notes and songs I wrote
All my imperfections,
of attention. It served as
a chilling reflection of my own wretchedness and my greatness. It was the
one place I could go to see inside myself, to find love, in
of being
A conservative online
Everytime you turn on the news
Someone's mother, black mother
Is cryin' about they black child that
Got killed by another
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I just be in my own space
I ain't got time for the games
Living my life so amazing
Niggas been aiming for fader
I got this shit in
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