Lyrics:
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
Yea
Give me back my fucking phone, broken glass is on the floor
Watch your step, pinned on wall and his hand is on her neck
"Who the fuck this nigga
I caught your girl looking...laser eyed my bag. Get your eyes out of my pockets...I have nothing for you dish rags. Little homie get anguish on why
I need to say goodbye
Pull the lever and get me out of here
Another sleepless night
A shadow's nothing but a bit of muted light
These things pass by
the shit out this song
take a hit this bong
blow the Kush out strong
activating my lungs
my god
we on
we got lift off
{Hook}
I am the black hole sun
from my enemies
While I'm sippin' on Remy
In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam
'96 big body, sittin' on chrome
As we head up out the zone,
and envy comin from my enemies
While I'm sippin on Re-mi
in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam
Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome
As we head up
hundred years
Walk into store
There them go stare
White something
Don't make me scared
I make art
Can't fit in head
Black man express
Can't comprehend
We
protested
By allowing Cam
To take head shots
Blacks you don't stand for the flag
The referee ain't throwing no flag
That’s why
I don't care about
No bombs
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
hope bursts into tears
And the fierce tyrant, Anguish, sets his black banner on my bowed head
We went into the Hollywood Museum and we learned about how
in
Moving all miraculous, the slap smiths of the rap game
Say my name backwards, you'll get back changed
Black man, black hooded, moving through
Hektiks, Gang-Gang is set, ah
One shot, one opp, who wants to be a millionaire? (Ah)
Come to the top by myself (yeah)
Baddie gibt Head in 'nem Jet, ah
time
But get yourself together 'fore that out day
.45 black like Akon
Choppa screamin' like Lil Jon
Glock 9 on my waistline
I dare a nigga try
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
never threw no hate at you
We out to get this money is you coming, I should wait for who?
Got some head while my paper grew
Know you want my focus girl
never threw no hate at you
We out to get this money is you coming, I should wait for who?
Got some head while my paper grew
Know you want my focus girl
don't drop ashes on my Reebok Classics
Black & Mild fresh out the plastic
We're not cut from the same cloth this is O.G. fabric O.G. Magnum
Nuts
messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze bags the
Size of ketchup packets
Fuck who's in ya ride
There's tools on my side
By the females standin' with
please enlighten me
My time is free
Entirely
My brain is socked and im higher then the knees
That's alright
We can speak our minds today
I think in
Stirrings in the ground
And the whirring of giant wings!
Watch out! Look!
Blotting out the moonlight
Thick black rain falling on the
City on fire!
City
a screw face.
Time to catch a red eye flight
Black hoodie on my head, like a Jedi Knight.
Do some stupid shit again, you can bet I might,
200 shows
to the field of my dreams
And I let ghost play around in my head like I'm Ray Liotta (damn)
A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game
Hot headed but got ice
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
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