Lyrics:
time
Politics, sex and crime
I press the key and watch TV
Watch the war on the screen
It is safe, it is clean
Silent movie black and white
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep, when I brandish this .45th
You
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
mine get your own bag
A sack full of OG under lock and key
None for the homies this is all for me
Got a blunt looking like a Kelly palm tree
Police
were always there when I needed a friend
My love, and this is all I want
Always been working for a key and Benz
A little spot by the Seine, is where I'll
by angels Della Reese
Look at god won't he do it touched by angels Della Reese
Yeah
Black and blue like a bruise you can't lose
Stripped down like
black soul to the moonlight path. The dawn - the dusk. The cycle is over for me. The sun is twisted by the soars and it's painful for me to look at it.
the Levels
Set the scene
Be the best
Major keys
Easy to move by yourself when you true to yourself
And Trust in your will
Like Jaden Smith
Calling on his
the young black and arrogant
Weed we be carryin' they greet us like kings
Cause we arrive in these chariots
Bitches wanna marry us niggas wanna bury us
But
Everyday it’s something
New
With the same ole
Taxpayers getting
Killed by the cops
So the black taxpayers
Fund the cops payroll?
Naysayers like
“Say
time for me to hit the skin
I can tell you want it baby, by the way that you grin
Let me fondle on your breasts
As we both undress
And if you let me,
We gon' make it pour by the litre
Sunset Boulevard at the theatre
We gon' live it fast baby speed up
We can run away make a break they don't need
Pedal to the floor turn the key the engine spark yeah
All black only come out after dark yeah
I be shitting on a beat n call it art yeah
I be
black crows and packed shows
The Don voice stay pristine like I'm still seventeen
I'm rich, Black, African
Rocking the golden Mack
Shearling
Keep it a thousand from the jump
Not with revolution then you not the one I want
Need my shawty healing when I'm walking with a drum
Want her by my
I'm present on your scene
Ya lips tighten up
Always sipping top drink
When I'm by the bar
Ya chick looking at me blinking
Ima nova star
Trust a couple
moan
Something for you to cling on to
Snakes and elephants they crowd the room
No room for comfort
Lost all time to stop and lick my wounds
Nor
Black is what?
Beautiful
Brown is what?
Merciful
White is what?
Delusional
Be careful with the ones you know
When times are ruff they blow yo phone
live says you ain't a Brit
They're deportin' our people and it makes me sick
'Cause they were broken by the country that they came to fix
It's like
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart and they all sing
Lovely girl,
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart, and they all sing
Lovely
the golden key,
And nobody sees him but Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.
His nose is silver and his mane is white,
His eyes are black and starry like night.
So
she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
When I tear through new school,
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