Lyrics:
never thought I’d see black magic more L’s than Orlando Magic.
Hook
Walk with me can’t you smell the bodies on the street I can see that we’re living
when I rather pray
Behind lyrics that's: prison.... (bars)
You can feel it just like the scars
When it comes to taking advice
I think twice
Put my faith
time knowing its none refundable
We're forced in this trap watched by the government
These concrete jungles be like the hunger games
Many don't survive
it right for you
Standing Right by my side
I know you feel the vibe
Babe I wanna make it right for you
I can tell that you don't really like the way I
Should make it easy for you to see
That these diverse tones do more than cover our bones
As a part of our anatomy
[Chorus]
We're colored people,
Now it's time to exhume all your hysteria
Well my friends don't worry about price
All you have to do is tell me more lies
If you can forget all your
the house
We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this...
(Radzay)
A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me huh!
I'm
sale's hit, raise a fist
So they know who make the hit
Can I flip it?
I make it wicked as I rip it (uh)
To get specific, if the shoe fits, then kick
Lean, rest in peace to that nigga Pimp C
Nuttin' rented, windows tinted, can't tell who win it
A check, I get it, black fit, black car, whip black ice
As just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect, we
definition
Trying to step over in sanity's repetition
But I can't it got me tripping
Whatever love we had was dead that night
Looking back, we both needed
spaceships we look like the martians
Stay in the box, can't go out of the margin
Coupe worth too much, valet can't even park it
Pussy cool but her head is
dead wrong
Even blind men see
Make your favorite rapper song sound like a deadbeat
Black clouds moving through the town
Holding back my pain I’m bout
been feeling low I'll be your antidote
So I tell it to her don't stop baby don't stop
Make your legs lock and bed rock until we both drop
Baby pick up
coming John Wick
Black suit black mask and a 30 clip
I tryna stay in my bag and stay outta the mix
Being fake is a trend and I can't get caught up in
trace of information
Related to my grand schemes garnishing support for other agents
Who can't take it no more, go and inch shit
My titanium funk was
How can one become so bounded
By choices that somebody else makes?
How come we've both become a version
Of a person we don't even like?
We
that, all you niggas get up off my dick so
I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow
Cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane
Every nigga know
black man shot down, shit filthy
Cus niggas can't stand when you up but we still be
Covering yo flaws, how you ready for the real me
Polished but he
a black suburban (come on)
We rollin windows half down through the urban
Network law lay it down like a persian
M to the E to the F, spell curtain
Get
by myself
How did we let it go this far?
Hey, you know it's not too late for us to make a change
You gotta listen to your heart what does it say?
today, 762s his face, bluetooth bullets penetrate
We make blocks disintegrate, it's B so we can't disengage
I love my Glock, man, we engaged
Fuck a nigga,
opposites attract
Tried to fight it, now I trust you
We can always run it back
Yeah
We started out as friends
And baby we can make amends
I'm hoping that
like a car be switchin' gears
Told my mama that I love her, I'ma make up for them tears
I can give your ass a plan it's up to you, what you gon' do with
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