Lyrics:
somebody, hurt somebody
Scared of the real world. Oh yeah
Scared of the real world. Oh yeah
Don't litter or score in the dark
Don't kill your lover
yo what happen to the truth
Yo somebody tell me why he shoot
He pulled out a gun and he knew he had to shoot
You live by the gun and you die by the gun
But its too many paradoxes in church
Another black momma hurt
Another man mortalized on shirt
Another will notarized by the clerk
Over like a quarter
that's what she said to me
Yeah she did, that you can
Date outside your race, i mean
I ain't supposed to show my love
Judge gotta like my case, I mean
Ms. Ebony!
Beautiful skin that shines in the light
Goddess by day, Goddess by night
Ms. Ebony!
I love your skin, I love your soul
When you got black
that crack music (nigga) , uh
That real Black music (nigga)
The only singles that I'm
Dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white briefs
nigga trying to go straight
Get your pistols (Go... Go)
Launch your missile (Go... Go)
Settle your issues (Go... Go)
I got a feeling somebody's gonna die
witness
We move far too close to prey
In the middle it gets gray
Don't get up up by a ray
Of lasers pointing at you
Point you in your fucking place
Know we
family and
Friends Pumping your gums for threats, then the fun
Begins A violation, or either somebody runs out of
Patience No fist fights, reaching, hammer
everything to keep going
After I done passed down the hill
Young and black!
Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you
The world is a ghetto don't
Diamonds on my skin like Twilight
Carbon fiber came wit' a night light
In case a nigga wanna see the bright side
Hope you picked the right side
Black
unlaced
I'm miles ahead of you standing in place
I did the race and I still beat the case
It ain't safe, had to go put up new gates
Just know your place,
a maze in a case of glass
Assume while I consume doomed souls, then I laugh
Can't let it shatter, if it does I'm gone soon after
Tortured by the one
yah
Amicable image you're displaying will change somebodies life
Insinuations from people will make you invest in taking your life
Pack your luggage
case you stop on by
You tried to teach me how to dance
But everything ain't romance
All I want is somebody to love
All I want is somebody to love
All I
Parlay, and I stepped out hardcore
I tipped the boy park the car in the front
Not the back, in case I have to run and get my strap
I walked inside, somebody
Fuck that, eight doobies to the face
Fuck that nigga twelve bottles in the case nigga, fuck that
Two pills and a half, wait nigga, fuck that
Got
The disgusting pig this person is
Calling a dead child a monkey
But telling people somebody talked
About your child that never talked about
Your
to catch a case for this alcohol
I’m tryna see a better day
But It’s safe to say i stay for this alcohol
By fourth grade I drank a forty ounce of malt
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
Now I'm viewed as a money bag
Can tell by your posture
The question that you gonna ask
Brothers killing each other
Over this sucker shit
Y'all keep
Maybe you're out tonight
With somebody else by your side
Oh oh oh oh
You forgot about me, yeah
And I guess you're moving on
You got sick of me like
trynna get by
Day to day struggling with shit so you get high
And staying drunk on the regular
Talking dope talk on your cellular
But in this game
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