Lyrics:
and countin', ya understand that?
By the time you hear this, I'll prolly be halfway home
Now remember that, suckas!
drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sittin' on my neck in the flame
Surrounded by black women, West African king
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my
deserts in my city
They say a change gon' come
But only by committee
The witty unpredictable, every time this play
Give Rae his residuals, nine individuals
The prince called her name,
As revelations of unholy black flame,
Began to turn her world strange,
Shining black a fool to seek,
Entering the minds
change
I make the means justify the ends
I make the cream, materialize keys to a Benz
And so I'm rollin' for now
Holdin' down the fort, who's
a friendly message for everybody in American
Who thought I was gon' fail
Partner, it's a year and a day and counting, you understand that?
By the time you
me thinking, plus I'm analyzing young
Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo we could
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters
When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.
My block be
possessed to skate!
Skating takes him up in height
He's a pilot on a modern flight
See him flying through the air
If he don't land then he don't care
CHORUS
possessed to skate!
Skating takes him up in height
He's a pilot on a modern flight
See him flying through the air
If he don't land then he don't care
CHORUS
lovin'
When you enamored by female companions, there's no standards
Once you hit and it switch the dynamics, that's the damage
Reflecting on first
slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters
When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.
My block be
To the left )
im askin how you could dispose everything we had
(To the left
To the left )
now i gotta go inside the little black bag
(Everything you own in
lollygaggin', raggin', toe-taggin' (what?)
Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon (yeah)
Here stood the black hood, thirsty for the end (uh-huh)
dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo!
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced
Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion.
Hate rap, told me where she get caked at.
Shes a part time danca, part time romanca.
Tries to be a mother
songs
Guys take the music from the past
"Emulation is the reality of clowns"
Welcome to this modern age
It's so better turn the page
You know It's time
lollygaggin', raggin', toe-taggin' (what?)
Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon (yeah)
Here stood the black hood, thirsty for the end (uh-huh)
The black spaceship designated as delorean to a wonderland
A disconnect from modern society
An exodus from daily stresses
And I hope it proves to be
the flames
Share me the power
Enchant my darkened soul
Grant me the key
To the mysteries
Wandering alone in the hall of damnation
Enlightened by
givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop
I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parkin'
Lot we
do it
It's Friday night and I feel alright
The party's here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys
We are the elder of a race
We are sent to see we are one
And I am them all
We are neither black nor white
I am a paler shade of eternity and what
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