Lyrics:
gon make it happen while you look to the sky
It's the N-E-smoke to-L's don't ask me-why
4-42 on the lyin don't pass me by
Paint like onions make
got some loose lips
Better zip em up, quick
Yeah you like to gossip
Yall keep talkin that shit
Hands up, it's a stick up
Like to watch you pussies bleed
in front of a store or something
'Cause you'd be taking shortcuts, right
Cops, "Ree, put your hands up, black boy!"
The cops shot the kid
a movie, I'm givin' them clips
Dirty Glock, show me your work or somethin' and start runnin' your lips
I'm not talkin' bout no hula hoop, that pistol on my
on the asphalt
Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me
Everything you know is wrong
Black is
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
She so amazing hand sculpted by the gods
And I embrace her all find the beauty in her flaws
In
these days
She kisses the cops on the lips
And she takes them to Paris
And tucks them in she takes them by the hand
And tucks them in she begs me
the Bleachers
Get in the field get your hands dirty take a L
Take a sack throw a pick get it back and prevail
We'll never know who we are until the day we fail
If
down
Hermes'd out
Damn, ya'll just missed out
Devil horns to all my haters
Dirty weed up in your papers
Get your food spit on by waiters
Ask your girl
know a lot of fiends by they first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
Hold me close
Taught never brag never boast
Lips sealed hold the boats
Compose quotes opposed to the comatose
The phonics is Powernomics
Til the day
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
right hand and drawn
I'm maleficent I'll drop a curse on them all
Please don't try me, nigga don't try me
Hush your lips, your better not likely
Most
Ya anti-black, don't care about injustice
By, the lack of action
We were brought here in a faction
No compassion, no you can't imagine
Stripped from ya
it
You don't wanna fight, you
Ain't built for that, huh
Yeah, roll call, you can see my hands
Jaws gon' break lip gon' bust, you like
"Why you snuck up
stands in the window
And screams that my first-born
Will surely be blind
She throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
She's parted her lips
Uh
Black street,
Wall Street
I built my street
Karen get up off me
This is cause u forced me
Retaliate to demonstrate,
This the hand you served me,
So
All senses woke
The colors glow
I paint again
Your lips on mine
Hands on my waist
All of the nights
I pictured this kiss
And now I taste the stars
Got to go through in this white land
Take, rape, hate
Another type of dirty dan on a black man
Image created by the white man
Wait wait wait
So who
but won't look you in the eyes
We'll talk dirty but only online
Taking hits of your pen
Blow smoke on my tongue with your hands on my neck
A bull in
And I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And by a thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor
a gat in my black hand
So white heathen, taken straight out of
The crate of a mouth of a babe
Yeah, a honkey can't stop what a honkey started
Raw backwards on all you rappers
What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I'm
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