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see me clown, muthafucka
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
We doing drive-bys

Just lost a pack and covered my re
Times dat by four
From long time I was in basic now
I pull up in Chrissy Dior She said
Do I love her more than

And I'll let it slide?
This some villainy
Blood on the leaves
Bought so many things now I let 'em by
This a black flag I hold it up, super high
Super hot,

misunderstood
It’s a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white
Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic?

there homie
Real playas do real playa thangs
Know I'm saying nigga don't get mad
You wanna go give your bitch a black eye
And a busted lip, and she chose

had a fly leather on uptown's and my shades were black/ but it felt like we  dun came to scrap/ and then instantly thought to myself we should've came

me by your side
Like a purse
So purse your lips
With those tantalizing hips
Now we start to dip
And then I start to drip
It's like an IV
For a dime

nothing but move your lips like Milli Vanilli
I'm the guy, no, I'm disguised
I'm just playing by your side with knives and smile like I've got nine
No, 44,

ya lips
You thinkin' you rockin' shit, put paper atop ya mitt, cut to bits by them sticks
My gang got no picks, we treat the hood like the Ritz, want

much
I don't do what I do for lips wet and red
It's not yours, or if it is: it came from my head

You don't have the vision, you don't have the nerve
You

back (time back)
But you ‘gon never understand
Until your kids get raised by another man 
Enjoy your hot boy summer 
Bye, now it’s winter 
I’m feeling

becomes a hashtag
Vanish in the darkness; my remains in a trashbag
Black man caught up in the mix
Still tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cents
Still tryna

emotions are stable
Not fuckin' corrosive
I jumped out the boat then
I sunk in the ocean
A iceberg is floating, I'm under it frozen
Lips blue, hypothermia,

the Mrs
They don't war we got metal baby way more than on your wrist yhyhhyhh
Runnin ur lip to me that's a liberty
I used to back you, now you ain't shit

the pack ain't through
Grew up by 'Eighty-Four, lumber War Admiral making moves
Thelonious had to die yeah that jazz ghost
I know they sayin life’s a movie,

A lil bit of love with a lil bit of brandy
I know bout your friends yeah they really can't stand me
Taste your lips and it taste like candy girl you

Switcharoo that bitch, 
Then I fly her right back home

Which forgis to get,
Do I want black, or that chrome

Touch down like Emmit Smith
I caught the pack

let’s go
Black Presidential I’m feeling like Barack 
Out On parole 
Smoking fruit no apricot
R:
No Bathin suite I Gota Bad Bitch on da Yacht-
U Niggas

neassy, líp y blass, got energy like vinni paz
I dream whit class

(BLASS)
Sin moverme muevo cuerpo y Alma
síndrome de homero sin Platón implantó el mero

riots, no noise like a lip sync
I ain't never visualized folks so unified
When a human dies by someone looking like you and I
Look at the hoods, Planned

Of creative 
Dream house all black that’s ravin 
Zoned in that’s gaming 
Aiming 
For music n payments 
Leverage making my own dam placements
 I pay it 
I book

first demo was on cassette, lil' nigga
Product of determination, I define the word amazing, yeah (yeah)
Pastor Black Lip back on that shit
Don't come

Unh, luscious pink lips, thick hips, I can't get a grip
Queen is a woman who would never let a king slip
Independent, mess around and catch a pink

the script
Stupid lil' bitch, we sipping on 'script
I ain't got time for you and your lip
Talking down on me, down this ditch
Way too impatient for all that