Lyrics:
Up in this remix
Up in this remix
Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
Having sex with ten chicks all feeling celebrity dicks
we broke up the team, I'm choking, laughing passing it. Man you ain't heard of 2nd II None? If not get ready world and girls here I come with my hands
Listening' to rachet
Music made by niggas with bachellors
Feeling some kind of way
Really it's a mask or
Masquerade, these labels are after slaves
Up in this remix
Up in this remix
Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
And having sex with ten chicks
All feeling celebrity dicks
key used to get inside the travel lodge
Camouflage, Jimmy Scott's in the Chevy Avalanche
Fantasize about the life of it cause I'm an enterprise
Fuck
They say
There is a grey zone between good and evil
They say
It is for your own good
Bursting with excuses
A passion play red as blood and black
be juju no be medicine
My sky stays blue like say I be Radisson
Black boy riding the city of madison
On the bench mark like say I be Alex Ferguson
I
Platinum billboards in the hood of you playa haters
Try to sneak up in the club low key, fuck an autograph
Dog I'm tryna chill, you can catch me in
twins in this shit
Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back
(White-black)
And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't like that
you say oh man, slow you down like a slow jam
Leave you walking like an old man
I've got the formula, the formula to be destroying ya
Bullet holes all
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
honey come on in" - female singer
That they baby girls know, we ain't forget about you word up
She understand my hustle, and the black man family
doin donuts
I grip the steerin wheel like I grip a gang of paper
Baby got an attitude man from all scrapers
We bet against the lakers
Wake up all
you say oh man, slow you down like a slow jam
Leave you walking like an old man
I've got the formula, the formula to be destroying ya
Bullet holes all
move fast
What's on my mind is a rookie hanging from a string
We made it through it, let's see if these hoes can hang
What's on my mind is some black
to the game so I restrain
It's quite simple man
We take stabs at these corns
And leave them leaking where they
Stand wishing they wasn't born
And I'm gone
salvadorian
Ridin' shotgun in this new black DeLorean
It's back to the future, I don't act accordingly
I snatch words out of the air and think distortedly!
my pistol
My rhyme noters, rippin' ya meat, for beef I hold it down
Fuckin' wit the wrong cat, to many gats black
Phenom never suffer set back, I
And what you don't have now
Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth
Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps
Drive through
[Romeo: talking]
Yea uh-huh-uh
Hey pops
I had to do it to em man
haha
[Pre-Hook x2:]
I'm a hustler never sold drugs
Kill is in my blood I was born
no
I live in ma attitude
Local man still a low key bloke
Grown tho I still give ma mama
Her lovely boy
Some days, I dip, the bread into the tea
Other
it and count it
And count it get the fuck out my business
200 racks for the party what you call that
Plug pull up in a Rari and its all black
I’m
Circuit complete
Circuit complete
Input detected (Userspace manipulation)
Integrated
Transmutation
Body becoming the input method
Black keys
A quarter century, they're asking me what's next
Hand me the keys please? But life no get formula one sef
Moving fast, either play catch up or be
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