Lyrics:
Just woke up still gassed off kush
No lips on me lil bitches get pushed
Shawty caught feels
Now she on cold bullshit
This ain't love but she know i'm
sold back to back ever since kid frost
Smokin up on this kush hella high bout to lift off
Foos hella soft plucked eyebrows and lip gloss
Hustle what this
the boarder I had to do something
We came from nothing cause we (Black)
No way I ain't never back down
Who do y'all think y'all stressing
Don't worry bout me
ain’t got nada on drama
Secretly ordered by the CIA
Black ops with the DEA
Black cops with these white cops
On those black blocks and they must obey
to touch the hem of that garment they say that heals
Black heart black soul black tie black suit
Black gloves black shoes black hair black lips too
Black
to touch the hem of that garment they say that heals
Black heart black soul black tie black suit
Black gloves black shoes black hair black lips too
Black
I'm in-between your two lips
Yeah, I've been running
I've been, I've been
I've been running
I've been running
Running out of reasons
I feel it coming
just feels so damn unlucky
No hate, my pride ain't ugly
Black love is a threat to the opposing
See the drugs and the so called thugs
Just know that
I ain't no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm cripping
Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't
I ain't no dolphin, f*** rhyming, I'm cripping
N****s rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't
I'm never gon slip yea
If you ain't giving head, don't gimme lip yea
Bitch, don't gimme lip yea
Imma speed it up, I'm bout to take off like a ship yea
Who is the Original Man?
The Original Man is the Asiatic Black Man
The
Maker, the Owner, Cream of the Planet Earth
God of the Universe
Ima Negro,
Another brother getting shot
Over the corners, round the blocks
Selling cigarettes DVDs and music CDs
12 coming, I ain't really with dat Wells Fargo funding
the sirens not coming for you
What have you done? You went to school that day
Was a bit late, but it was Monday
Kept after class for answering back
You
[Honey B Sweet Refrain]
I’m coming in hot, drippin all black
Can’t trust no one, eyes on my back
Glock on my hip, gloss on my lips
Pants real tight
Kafka-esque, his holy nest, stop the press
That Cobalt blue, reminiscent of Makkaresh
Lord, we got Padma Lakshmi for you
Let her massage your back with black
& ferb
I’m bout dat action like a mf verb
No pooh shiesty but this chopper go blrdddd
I’m getting bread like I’m BGE
We spinning on em like a dvd
Yea
Yeah talk that shit, Bam
Talk that shit homie
Talk that shit for black people
Brown people, yellow people, beige people
Talk that shit for poor
his lips?
About flourishing from the streets to black businesses?"
Level four, y'all live and give in to false imprisonment
Listen close my nigga
Yeah, you left me
But you'll be coming back
I can tell by how light you packed
I ain't lonely, just didn't want to be alone
By the time I get
about a thousand lashes
Quarter you, horses stretch you out like elastic
Feed you to dogs you'll be eaten by mastiffs T
His ain't no easy choice, no
your step
Recover with no regrets
They all aiming at your heads
I take it as disrespect
Just know that I'm coming back
Just know that I ain't forget
Just
bananas In all black Like the panthers
So fall back if you ain't talking Stacks I think I'm too hard to Handle
Can't hold me I don't got no Handle I took yo
siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos
I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute
Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes
Got
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