Lyrics:
Now, I save girls from getting beat by a fat dude who got hoop dreams
My thuggin' straight
I could've ended up like YSL in my younger days
But, God had
and pulled by this pain
And Sandra Bland’s mug shot is etched in my brain
I’m just tryna break these chains
Black lives matter
That's all I'm tryna say
Black
the minds of the people
Hanging onto a thread
You gotta go where your heart is led
I spit truth but some cats
They just got the hardest head
As you can see,
This shit is highly sophisticated I just make it look easy nigga
Follow me
I'm so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
Got a brand new whip with heated seats
Start engine no need for keys
Emirates stadium decent seats
Just went shopping down regent street
Still
an angel
I must be dreamin'
In her magic hands she holds the key to my succeedin'
It's black and has a trackpad and I just got my life back
Typing in a hurry
an angel
I must be dreamin'
In her magic hands she holds the key to my succeedin'
It's black and has a trackpad and I just got my life back
Typing in a hurry
an angel
I must be dreamin'
In her magic hands she holds the key to my succeedin'
It's black and has a trackpad and I just got my life back
Typing in a hurry
Somehow,
Raised by a momma who, who,
Hates her baby father so, so
She don't have a problem with, with,
Saying fuck a nigga Quick, quick,
I'm just tryna be
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
Progress is the key
Progress is the key
Progress is the key
Sometimes I can't escape me
So I let him be in a new mind state of just being free
I had to let
man got no time to cry
We always got to work harder to get by
Black man got no time to cry
We must grind bigger to be fly
He told me a story about his
you're getting close
Is supposed to be perceived as "niggas getting out of hand" Now
History's never made by the well behaved
And the memories tell
The God unleashed I made time my peace
I'm just rollin up I'm rollin up a masterpiece
Backwood by me this for all my Gs
Until u be u can't defeat the beast
the feeling
(All right)
Good God got the feeling
(All right)
Touch the ceiling when I'm feelin'
(All right now)
And I be feelin'
(All right)
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
to lock us down?
And throw away the key
But without this drug shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh?
We still try to keep Mom...smilin'...
you feel you’re over the ledge
Then don’t be scared
It’s just a small thing baby girl
Don’t be scared
Come on man, you a soldier right
Don’t be scared
And I'm straight for the project
We just got hot but then we got conscience
But I got a complex I don't ever wanna be a ??
So I'm counting money till my
black
Hop out the shower, I got the drip
Walk out the door, pole in my hip
Hop in the Benz, hop in the wip
And I go hit the dash ain't no key in this
black sheep
Why you so you weird wool
La la black sheep
La la la la la la black sheep
World is so cynical you all identical
Don't be so difficult
could not ran
It feels just way too real, just like those scary dreams
I'm havin these visions
Think I got the rappin in my genes
Like my fuckin house
surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she
surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she
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