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VELVET (feat. Serenity & Jazz E Myja)

by BLAKPOPE

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Uh, uh, yeah You got Black Pope in the building Representing for the Inland Empire from California You got Serenity representing In the building for Texas, the bestest Carolina in the building Jazzy with the Magzies Foot on the gas Critics said my best shit in the past They can't rap Only Christmas gifts and trash bags Positive energy coming grounds Black Vatican Enterprise The whole team going on down Hit you in your crown like COVID In your new career with my old shit Won't catch me on no troll shit Claiming you a pimp While she trick on me with Joe tips Don't try to pimp me like you did them other suckers Work for me, I'll work for you Same time like Chris Tucker I stand on that like E-40 I ain't ever been no buster Been through the trenches Pushing packages, penitentiary chances All American like Spencer Quarterback enhancements Don't lie to my children We was here before Columbus Don't give no praise to holidays and white Jesus Hustling on them streets Or that 9-to-5 Police still killing niggas Ain't no break time If I can't change this world Then I'm gon' change mine Plush like velvet seats You can't break mine Like that Velvet I be going real smooth gotta get that cake Had to go through alot of wrongs to get it right don't fuck with fakes On a mission I gotta get this money that hustle & flow Don't Ever be chasing after nobody only chase after that doe, My life was really rocky for a minute but now it's smooth This music be like velvet for every soul that it Soothes Like I said before ima go hard ima Queen I'm out to get this money as I rise in the music scene Like that velvet the road that I Be riding on is really smooth Getting this cake up off this music for every soul that it soothes Got my past up in my rear view moving forward on a mission RIP the rear veiw off the dash pedal to the floor keys in the ignition On my way to that pursuit of happiness I gotta go get it Been through a lot of hell and lot of pain my past was rocky I will admit it I stayed committed to getting this cake & rollin smooth my past I'm gone Like I said before and I'm a go hard Queen up on that throne Hustlin' on them streets Or that 9 to 5 Police still killin' niggas Ain't no break time If I can't change this world Then I'm gon' change mine Fresh like velvet seats You can't break mine You didn't put in on this pot So bitch you can starve Cause I fought all the battles And I bare all the scars When I was hungry and bummy You didn't help me boost no cars But still I survived An' now look where we are You wanna the bask In the glory of my greatness Tell me what did you do To deserve to even taste this I made this and paved this path That I'm on Gon' ride this motherfucker Till the wheels are gone And with the rims sparkin I'm still not parkin I'ma pull up on these bitches That are just mutts barkin Like I beg your pardon What's that shit you startin' Then foot to they chest Like I'm a Spartan Parkin' your lace front This aint the type of smoke you want You better find absolution From the Vatican and the monk Call me and Serenity'll leave you slumped and dumped Hear the thump up in the trunk Cause they keep our track blazin Just call me Grace Cause I'm so fuckin' amazing An' don't get misled By my Caucasian persuasion Cause without hesitation I send metal casin's Flyin' from this click-clack As I get off on the kick back An' the blood spews Fuck your follows Fuck your likes And fuck your views I'm in it for myself So fuck all of you Ain't no play pimpin In the end can't call no audible You led professor Better pack your silly autotune Music ain't payin And I'm sprayin Put it in the bag Truck drivin My catalog float like Cadillac Concert in the backyard Couple videos Married my baby mom Ain't got no time for silly hoes In the end ain't goin want you if he ain't got no dough Don't leave the B.M And end up with no key or hoe You should've kept it sugar free You thinkin' with your dick You ain't no pimp You a trick hoe Get them chips Hustlin' on them streets For that nine to five Police still killin' niggas Ain't no break time If I can't change this world Then I'm gon' change mine Plush like velvet seats You can't break mine

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