Lyrics:
"You got shot 'cause you knocked knocked knocked
Who's there another motherfuckin hard rock"
"You got shot 'cause you knocked knocked knocked
Look, black is beautiful, black is excellent
Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident
It's workin' twice as hard as the people you know you're
a bag of angel dust
This is life when you black rich and dangerous
I'm with God, I'm a live on forever
Bad Boy for life bitch, nobody does it better
beside me
A player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me
Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat
Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
Ah yeah (uh)
Uh, uh (yeah)
Holla if ya hear me
Yeah (uh)
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block, we snatchin' hearts
I'm hard
In the kitchen I whip it harder
Real nigga I live harder
Hard hard I'm hard
The streets go hard but I go harder
I know what Ditti meant
twice, yeah
Baby, jump up on this bike, look forward and peddle
Let me rock your world, you never had this hard metal
Baby, I'm gangsta, gentleman in
Look
Black is beautiful, black is excellent
Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident
Workin' twice as hard as the people you know you're
You cant do this thing twice you only live once
Lets get the beer pong or the flip cup
We party like the rock stars where im from
We party like the rock
Crowe shit
This ain't what you foreseen
But we don't have the proper books to be doctors or prowess to lock in with a sports team
From Compton to Fort
devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On top of that I think my uncle on crack
My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back
>From another black
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
I'm ready to hit the telly, tickle bellies from the inside
y'all know that Shock's my name
I rock brew instead of champagne
Ask around the world
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
too far
So we can live again
See, where I come from is hard
Hope all over, we can start
So we can live again, so we can live again
I’ve seen this
to management like
"Change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them"
My man sport the 'fro like 'What's Happenin?'
From the latest hi-atus, The Roots
she'd even break a promise in the promised land
She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
state
Where I roll, bounce, rock, skate
Live from concentrate, concentration
Location's Strong Island
Where skins is on strike like Penn Station
If you
and triple as hard
Really could live life without the oppression
They take opportunities give em to others
The ones that don't look like not me or my
to cry
Big and capable minds are hard to come by
I look at elections and think it's wack
Do not try to play me just cause I'm black
Whole damn world sees
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
of the coma you dropped into
Bars no longer hard hittin' he's all
Filler after the doc stitched you
You went from artistic to autistic
Mentally challenged
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