Lyrics:
Youngsters back then tryna hit box sets
DVD's or the blue ray fame
Next big thing in my duvet stains
Considering all of my flaws
I could just blow out
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
Of course, it's bad and makes me mad, I've been through all that
It's a fact you get less respect, when your skin's black
Back in the days of primary school
spics and hoodlums
The game is mine, now give it to me
Home invasion
Haters keeping running your mouth
Til they run into your house home Invasion!
Black
He just tryna make it home
In a world where they judge
You by yo tone
Fuck you, pay me
Thats the type of shit he on
He got high tolerance for weed
I'm not the type to be on Skype, ho
Wrote me off, said that I was gone, that was a typo
Take a white girl out a trailer make her Iggy
Take a black
Take me home
You got me on my knees, begging you please to
Take me home
Your sexuality tests my sanity now take me home
Now she's back again
Now she's
ride and reside at
My zone (uh), the place that I call home (where?)
Is the world from Philadelphia to Rome
Picture me, ayy, entrepreneur with my
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
never giving back to us
How the system made division but it don't add up?
Take away from the hood, never giving back to us
Young, black and poor
You
on the back of the jags
But if I'm broke you gone find me with a gat in the mast
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south we smoke hydro and sip syrup
Down south it's boo boo
me close cause you will see
This was not meant to be
I fought for too long, now I'm paralysed
Take back all your hollow ties
Maybe you'll understand
no, no, no, please don't touch me
Take a step back, this finna get ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
Three by, three by, three by, three by, three by, three,
alone and all the people with the big hats on went home
So what you gon' do now, Goldie? Your bottom left you
It's up to me and you, Goldie, through
To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack
With a little bit a funk in my napsack
Take it back to the brother land
And I was smotherin' stupid idiots like
This what you really want, huh?
Turn me up, Ali!
I know your image of me
Is what I hope to be
Black lip bastard, pass me your password
So I
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
was raised by this I was nutured by this
I loved this I breed this
I've seen her carry the pain
Then go home dropping solo tears
Just to keep getting
way up to my lips
By the way she take control you can tell that she been feenin' for it
She can't take her lips off of my skin
It's getting hot up in
it's black power, nigga we the shit
(I love my people)
If I'm not being detained
Then I'ma plead the fifth
I'ma make it home, officer, read my lips
Tell us fanny!
Woman 2:
tell us fanny!
V17 Group/
what should we know?!?!
V18 Fanny
My husband and me, we disagree, whether it’s right we take
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
and by the way
They didn't take kindly to me saying I was with the Blacks
Well, now
Now everyone's got the green light (green light?)
I wish I could
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