Lyrics:
Black money
Damn I love that black money
Black money
Push the gas to my black money
Black money
Yeah they all about that black money
Black money
about it, a black man with a plan call me Super
Like Van Damme with tan, a black Schwarzenegger
I'll whip your ass like The Terminator
You'll probably
sheet and bars
Drag rappers by they wife beater
Drama King told me "Drag
Go stupid" so Imma go stupid
Made this fitted cap a drop top
Almost mini couped
and now I down here and I'm just dead
And all these people they all just dead
The person that you use to be they can read about him on obituaries
They can
Rip pray to me
Your about to meet god
The master of black
Plan your attack
It's grim to the reap
Black out on a creep
Rip pray to me
Your about
people are dead to me
C'mon read this, make a post about it!
Aren't you tired of all these skins?
Posting and posting about everything
Scrolling
Headline news, headline news
Everybody say
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
The world is at my feet
There's a halo
And said fuck it I'mma steal this land
Everybody wanna tell me what I am, what I am not
You ain't black, you a mothafuckin' white boy
Shut ya mouth, do
But you know the saying let bygones be bygones
I hope everybody can forgive me when I go die on
IIGHT KIDS WERE GONNA TALK ABOUT SAFE TRAVEL CONDITIONS
avoid black cop
They're killin each other on a East Coast block
Killin each other on a West Coast block
White police, don't give a care about dat
Dem
much to ask can you shut fuck up, and let me breath
Kkk in your forces the wrath you feel is your choices, see I was raised by a Black Queen stretch me
a hunnid keys in a black Honda
You doin' that times ten, brick it, sell legit, on the truck haulin'
They don't wanna see me win, bitch ass friends want
my head)
My left hand got my phone the messages you un read (unread),My right hand got my blunt you know where it led (where it led)
Don’t care about
we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, so quick, this could
start with the hip-hop mess of MC's
Holdin' back wages from a nigga like me
Just burned, black burn cause he want a turn
I told ya it would happen
CHORUS
Extra Extra!
Read all about it
God sent His only son
Go shout it
Extra Extra!
Life from the vine
Go get yours
Cause I got mine
Extra
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable
or something
Check it, I’m reading an article at this very moment by Gary Younge
Its titled what Black America means to Europe
Read it, teach the children while
to know
So from that day on it's been me and old Giddyup go
I've made a lot of friends at all the truck stops
And some of 'em would kick me about my litle
Black
If you play wit me ima be dressed in all Black
If you play wit me ima be dressed in all Black
Accompanied by some niccas bout killin and all that
I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
The signs you see
The signs in me
The signs you see
In me, in me, in me, in me
Black heart
By every day I learn
Your beautiful face is fake
With every
Is you 'bout it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read
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