Lyrics:
Hi Lorenzo, welcome in
For today's session
We are going to practice some Mindfulness techniques
I'd like you to start by closing your Eyes
on ‘em wit a diamond tester
(Its Philty nigga)
These real diamonds in my fuckin’ necklace
I say now yeah nigga, Black Lives Matter
(Black Lives Matter)
nubs.
Black Lives Matters,
The Black Man Matters.
Black Lives Matter,
The Black Man Matters.
Black Lives Matter,
The Black Man Matters.
Yea Ya'll Got It
We were cursed, yes
Our burnt flesh, it attracts doom
Our skinned inked with this black hue
By con artists, we've been tattoo'd
It's no - henna, this
Be popping like a wheelie
I put on for my city I go
Hard for North Philly that be me
Diamonds so clear you can see them in HD
I'm down to disappear pop
Bhek' Reporting live from Katlehong
And I just farted on the throne
Been here so long I made it home
Been here since I was barely grown
I-waar ukuth'
live life lavish, and my chain is carats
The last flame on the train to Paris
Used to be lame, then I changed to maverick
So many clothes, can't name
your own you live long
I wouldn't lie about that
Weight of the world on his shoulders
He cried diamonds
Infatuated with the world
It broke his
Dude, act right
Live for Christ? Yo, it's black or white, but some of us are grey
In self righteousness, they stay. Like Pastor Pagani would say
You're
lives in his head
Cursed by the truth that is lived but never said
A mad man who can never move on
My best friend is Louis Vuitton
I'm telling Louis
I can
guns, and the fun, yet killing people became normal to some
We all die, but normalize the time we have shorter in our lives
I’m telling y’all Black crime
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
Black Lives Matter
We scream from the top of our lungs
Demanding that the police stop killing our sons
Victimising our youths, victimising our
niggas
I'm a pair of Gators you a pair of Uggs
You ugly but you comfortable nigga
I'm the OG, pre-Cardi nigga
The diamond in the back
Cadillac black
insurance
Not your everyday occurrence
My rhyme torments MC's with the fear of God
You'll be cursed like Farad, and struck by the iron rod
limit we gon drive back to the hood,
they go out sad they mama's mad cause we just up the score by two.
my heart was black cause they done teach some
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
tale I'm about to share
Black outs, black diamonds, black lives, black dollars, black kings,
Black scholars black streets
Yeah I'm bound to care
2020
Though I walk through the valley, they know
That's a different text
In the gym with the Jim Crowe
That's a different flex
Whether black, white, or red
ducking Shooting right by the house
House laws applied to streets
There's one rule
No in and outs
Off the word play she live to give Head
That word
never had much, I'm
White boy in black Hollywood representing Slum
Yeah, I got long hair, I ain't ZZ Top
I got diamonds on my pinky ring and diamonds
the blood that you give to men
There's, no excuse I could give, we just all want to live
All the war that you bring to men
War, is comin' home, takes
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