Lyrics:
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
the tides
To swim or fly
No encouragement or high fives
They just black ya eye
Then blame you for not staying focused
Or smelling roses
With a bloody nose
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
know we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the fifth
And he cocks it
Rock shit, we make
discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young black man
by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your
El Chapo
Realest nigga in the rap game, nigga, y'all know
Wrapped a whole roll around the brick that's for the car note
Free El Chapo, head to Hector,
nigga, young girls with Penny figures
So many niggas, stacked upon each other
It's the black upon each other that we love so much
Wonder how many of us
octagons
Motherfuckers say, "Malik, how you make your living?"
I say by breathing oxygen
(Can I get your autograph?)
The yellow cabs in the city would stop for me (yo, taxi)
I wouldn't need collateral to buy property
If I was white,
disease and negative
Read the book 'How to Eat to Live'
By Elijah Muhammad, it's a brown paperback
For anybody, either white or black
See how many
to go down
Runnin' one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup?) How your micraphone sound?
(It sound tight) well aight, show 'em what it's
at the school
Where those nice old ladies tried to teach me
Unaware that I knew much more than they did
And stop at the poolroom for a beer
And sadly say
tryin' for your freedom
Uh, if you don't die, then you try again (yeah)
You get your angel wings then you fly again (Jesus, fly)
Ain't no 'I' in 'team',
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!
Today was a good day hope I have me
other, faith then got to test your patience
Black boy shine, nigga, black women, grow baby
Black boy and black women together now that's a soul, baby
the bushes waiting for the snap
Undercover, waiting to hear the trap go snap
They caught themselves a little sparrow
Not much more than a coyote mouthful
But
room to spread my wings
And the world finna know my name
[Verse 2: Cody Chesnutt]
I don't ask, for much these days
And I don't bitch, and whine, if
to
Use up all your bullets
How much money does it take to
Really make a full clip? 9
11, building 7, did they really pull it?
Uh, and a bunch of other
Little child with a dark soul,
Trust me and look above.
A blue sky is waiting just for you,
Reassamble your wings as if
Mommy was here to protect
I was lured by the rocking horse
Sweets and the bualadh bos
Fifty wild boys to a room
Sing lámh, lámh eile, the dish ran away with the spoon
Black
but you ain't pay for the anus
Now your name is tainted, by the claims they paintin'
The defendant is guilty, no one blames the plaintiff
Gotta say
I'm soul brother one hunted
How much charisma
Could another one stomach
If I be the prisoner then I wasn't more cunning
Or wise
If I come outside
Paris, it's j'adore
Nigga playin' games like Connect 4
So much money comin' in, I don't know what this check for
She know I'm stressin' again, so you
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