Lyrics:
never had someone more
Successful tell me I'm wack
And, oh, I forgot I'm black so I'm
Supposed to rap about guns, bitches, clothes
And tons of cash
While
in new york from to brunettes to read heads
Who got my back?
(jersey got yo back)
Yo tell me who's got my back?
(the bronx got your back)
Yo
Of doing my clothing and I, I
Want to learn about furniture
" and you know what they told me when I was
In Paris? You know when the
W Magazine writer came
Newspapers lying by the door
I don't miss you anymore
I took the elevator down from the thirteenth floor
And you ain't thinking about me
I read
Not thinking about the bad
Wasn't much of a heart
But it's all that this girl had
You read my book you know it's painted black
But I can't turn
a cage, (womp womp) I read about a-a-
Did you just say, 'womp womp', to a-
That awesome moment where you have to work a job that you hate so you can pay
perfect kids
In a too perfect world
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
I said, "Yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her
a quick drive by
8 bricks, 8 clips diamond grill on beam
Windows on black bulletproof wrist on g
Feet up on the dash bubble scent chewing the gum
Took me
might need another tab, it depends
If I open up a window, spend the shine on my mind's eye
I sighed (wooh) as the time passed by me
Another night gone
taught me so much,
Thank you have a good day. Ms.K you do know I am here to stay?
Wait- What - ok, just for black history month and then you can go home
to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of life when I go off
Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
swerve it out
Keep your hands on the grass
Don't forget about me
Keep your hands on the grass
Don't forget about me
Keep your hands on the grass
with no click
But these angels around me might click if it's lit
They protected me since I was jit
I tried to fit in but I never did fit
So I read
What are you thinking when you look at me
Six Four, Black, had dreaded hair
What’s your conviction? Is it crook you see
That puts your whole family
because he lacked faith
But instead, he was shot by another black face
Another day in the ghetto,
Where this young black girl was being ignored by her
in hashtag Black Lives Matter or Still I Rise
Then you reply all lives matter
Stop trying to divide
Worry about gangsters and black on black crime
Now
that
Caller: Yeah, but before he came on, you were -
DJ: If you had read the stuff I had read about him, and the way
He's been portrayed in
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Yes so my name's is Billy Lee
If you've got a warrant you better read it to me
I shot her down 'cause
brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
Oh yes oh yes my name is willie lee
If you've got a warrant just a read it to me
I shot her
mind from the gift in me your verses uplifted me
Seem all we read about is young black leaders and killings see
cn all we rap about is selling dope for
be so hard |Hard as this||If you need to think, go read a book|Read about some thief stealing hearts like a crook|See yourself within the plot|Realize
alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel
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