Lyrics:
Secretly trafficking
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him
But imma my daddy son
He said
the running ran
And I will live forever that is the plan
By the sons command
Cus although I’m on this road
I may have lost control
I’m slamming on the brakes
hopin' it could
They say racism don't exist, if not, why the fuck we pissed?
They hate me 'cause my skin, I'm proudly ripping behind this fence
No more
a ghost, that's what me and my dad was told
So now I'm pickin' up the torch while these labels haggle my soul
Y'all can suck the undercuts of my nuts while I
my bro hub
Not even a bitch or hoe
I dont love my bitch
Cant play her part no more
But she swear to me
She sold her soul
Dog a bitch
On the couch cause
the message
Libera-te may chocola-te
Take em an rock not play
Do the fawk what I say
Throw ya souls in the air like this
Flashin barcodes while I stick em
Wit
when I step in the booth
Niggas know I pour my soul
Out for the struggling youth
For that fatherless son who needed love
So he ran with a crew
Grew up
for a clearance
I judge by character
You judge appearance
You hear me
You copy
Ain’t no interference
My words are not slurred
And my speech is
I wish I didn't have this pressure
Choking at my neck
Cause if it wasn't there
Then I may not be still depressed
This road is treacherous
Watch me
couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how
alive,
My ghost with a knife...
In this silent hall
You will not remember all
Your lies.
Such false blossoms always rise together.
Through this silent
up
Be ghost when I keep my toast murder she wrote, yo
Fully equipped with this death blow, flippin'
Because I'm on the level like the rebel
Crazy
All of my life I've been lied to. I was made to believe I'm not worth a dime
But the truth is that my soul is worth eternity There's no end of time
wannabes
They want to be in front of me
But it ain't no run in me
That's word to my son and me
Now you want to be family 'cause you see the Grammies
Hey no hard feelings my nigga
We gon' laugh about this one day
This was not murder, it was manslaughter
You brought it upon yourself
From yours
everything n me not to slice a nigga brain
It took two hours upon my release, leaving the jungle i'm back to the streets
Thinking bout blu followed by a big G,
ball on em
Velvet jacket with the loafers they gon think I’m Sean Carter son
I been on my grind more than two ways
Wrist whipping, cooking up this music
a noodle
That likes to doodle
While you play with your kaboodle
Not a poodle
Just a smitten
Kitten
Who hates mittens
For pittance
Where I’m from it stays
a valet hearse
Everything i am, thinking Kanye words
But It's K by the way, putting my name first
That's word to AB
Said i put in on my soul
I ain't
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
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