Lyrics:
Why don't you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare?
...my pony, saddle up, up my black mare?
You know, I'm gonna find my baby, well, in
Why don't you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare?
...my pony, saddle up, up my black mare?
You know, I'm gonna find my baby, well, in
never own property or marry a wife.
Let alone purchase a knife or own a gun,
Read the Black Codes today it's under the sun.
Your man Jim Crowe he hated
I'm a bomb that makes no sound
Could you please, would you loosen these
I'm about to fucking drown
Lowdown and overloaded, keeping you alive
I
I'm a bomb that makes no sound
Could you please, would you loosen these
I'm about to fucking drown
Lowdown and overloaded, keeping you alive
I see
feeling right if it goes down
'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
And I know it's not my time to go now
'Cause God's got my back in this showdown
So I
Can tell by the way she blows.
Asked the depot agent,
"Please let me ride the blinds".
Asked the depot agent,
"Please let me ride
feeling right if it goes down
'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
And I know it's not my time to go now
'Cause God's got my back in this showdown
So I
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
your bags, it's about to go down
We goin' to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down
I gots to make a move and make it soon
I
a world where black lives Still
Don't matter, I'm way past thirty-nine
But I digress and rewind as I position my birth against and alongside several
the payload
MOAB got 'em runnin' like Usain Bolt
Started lowdown, now I'm in they download
Slice through you slo-mo's like a Lambo'
Runnin' through these
burnt by the 3 KKKs- 400 plus years beginning stage- 40 acres and a mule- where it’s at I’m confused- only country it’s a crime to send ya kids to school-
and hustle hard
My grind is real, my hustle dope
I'm finding meals, I'm signing deals
I'm the Gladiator like Russell Crowe
Yeah, you know it's real, but
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
contemplating lately
Thinking when you were my baby
If there ever was a maybe
Crazy lowdown dirty Shame
Searching tryna find a way
To get me to another day
Cuz
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
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
left hand
Left hand, right hand, left hand
Yea, two realms we exist in
Left hand, right hand, left hand
White man, black man, white man
Dark skin brown
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
stoned close to an overdose
They didn't blink an eye
They just kept listening to The Black Crowes
They met my mom earlier that day
Then she told me
that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit
I say say say, "Black get off the 'zack,
You block my urinal tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
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