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Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face
Lampin' in a mansion, home alone
I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics
I hold
on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man
Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By
overcome,
By the light of day.
My lips are near, but my hear is far away.
Tell me what to say,
I'll be your mouthpiece!
Into the light of a bridge that burns
to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this
And towards it I fled
Before I abuse these meds
Then I run into feds
I'm not just done yet
The problem is I'm correct
For that they came at me direct
I hated
rather give it to my mama
Broke boy got too much problems for the drama, for the drama
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my
children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream
to show our black lives matter
You get your tan to look like us
You get your lips to look like us
You steal our hairstyles from us
You get your hips
with a guy
that's not me
tonight this candle will burn this to ashes
and drink away problems still I seem to have this
the sight of your lips
inverted yourself
You crawl below your brother, a self-created hell
Black lives matter, isn't just a platitude
Problem with that? Sort out your attitude!
Yeah I know it may not look like it
But I'm asking you what does?
My day has gone from bad to worse
I got to thinking that you're the cause
I
about our problems out loud
You hear my soul right now
The devil asks ""how to buy?"" *ay*
Demons lined up by my side *ay*
awful feeling of emptiness,
about our problems out loud
You hear my soul right now
The devil asks "how to buy?" *ay*
Demons lined up by my side *ay*
awful feeling of emptiness,
come with any deals
This that love that put people back in they feels
Kinda love you not questioning if it’s real
By black love I mean love like your
a world that's gone insane
With the problems that I know we can stop
From the ruler of the world and the man on top
But the years went by, and time was
When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people get a soul
Ony those in love would know
What a town
And I might shoot his ass in the face, straight up
Don't believe in hoe problems so I leave these hoes
You did that time by yourself so you don't need
a lazer
Cause why you niggas
On my balls like the Lakers
No nigga I am not your saviour
I just need this paper
I ain't tryna save her
I'm tryna be a black
And now a word from our sponsor
Do you have a problem bringing the freak out of your girl?
Is sex with her so boring that you think of other women
now let's not get too sporty, son)
When the collard green juice gets the bread wet
When you're up so close that you can smell the sweat
Off a black
An eye is meant to see things
The soul is here for its own joy
Mysteries are not to be solved
The eye goes blind to see why not
A lover is always
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
they
Lip popped by Fatso
Bum, feel the sting linger
Wrote this humdinger with a
Dislocated bling finger
Still king of the hill, it's the DOOM-Hour
When
ranting
Leasing to the people while we're renting
Top dollar, top baller, top ranking
Top scholar, pop collar, not banking
Top shotter, cop caller
Black
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