Lyrics:
5 years later still pulling glass out of my head
Well I should be dead
I should be dead
Black out the last 7 night
Need dad is to borrow the car keys
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
smoke, shots hit
We surrounded by Hell and politics, bulletproof or hollow tips
I'm the silencer on the loudest clip
The widow maker, Heaven Razah, put
knees
Then mp3s made it a breeze
To download every song ever recorded with ease
“I'm a fan,” you'd say, “Of this new band the Black Keys”
So you torrent
to open doors with a half a key
Fish scale by the whale, call it catch release
No limit to it, no limit
I'm still with the go-getters and the gorillas
money
Uhh
Screaming "uhhh"; Master P
Baby, that ass looking like a masterpiece
Used to open doors with a half a key
Fishscale by the whale, call it
My raps gon' live long like raw denim
Black pants, white tee, call it all venom
Yesterday my mom told me i was born to lead
And fans reaching out,
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
kidding?
Like playing the victimin
They gotta be joking
They gotta be joking
We making money and staying low key
But these niggas be fucking hating
But we
Out the dark
Darth Vader
Clutch shot taker
Moving like an LA Laker
Arrogance my money maker
Jameson no chaser
MC decapitator
Cut you up see what you
to shoot
nigga's in they knees, fuck 'freeze', yeah yeah
there's the money, oh shit and seventeen keys
Stashed up and shit, shot to the designated spot
sent a savior
Im sent to save ya
I conversate day to day
Thru faith
Wit my maker
By fate
He put me face to face wit you fakas
Addressing em all
Knowin I
gotta live wit regrets
Hov said that
Loyalty, money, power, respect
We out here movin' weight, just so we can flex
and niggas movin' dog food, just
I want my money like Mr. Ren
I Pull up in a new black Benz
You niggas wanna live how I live
These women love when I'm Mr. Ren
All my bitches issa
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
start to fall of the rib
Feed em good crack they spend every dollar for a hit
Here's a version where you live by what you give and what you said
In
Judging by how all this looks
Witty charm, my good looks
Money boy is all it took
I work double overtime like day and night
Hardly get a day off can't
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
send him to his maker
Best hide yo hoe imma take her I get her than slave her than I'll see you later
Like my hoes black and white like the raiders
don’t let
Anybody in this room feel comfortable
It’s just me and my baby
Rock a black tee low key with the drip
But don’t rockabye me
Don’t sleep
Black Sheep Five this is Red Dog One come back
This is Black Sheep copy
State your position
Well I'm in zone three but it's lookin pretty
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