Lyrics:
swollen gut talking ‘bout
The sign these papers
Apostates is worse than haters
Claim the flag but you a traitor
Wack albums we let you slide
When you sent
a Drive by while we riding an accord
Jump all these niggahs get some shit we can't afford
Take his shoes too I see rocking Tom fords
Chasing on this paper
flight
Or you can travel by bus
You fit even trekk am self
It's Erigga paper boi
Emirate empire baby baby baby
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
'Oh say can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming'
He's a real cool guy and he's a hero
I know they didn't take me serious
When I said I'm in this game ten albums deep, no less
(Ghosty)
On God, I'm just warming
How can they let us go
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
belittled
I ain't sitting on the back of the bus
And I'll fuck somebody up if they call me a nigga
Lets be clear I'm Huey without the fro
Malcom without
from Huey X
He is not like that no more
He might as well stick to streaming
Oh wait, he don't do that neither
The hell is Me Vs The World supposed to be
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
Huey to these hoes, like
They wanna see me lay down (lay down)
People like me we don't stay down (stay down)
People like me we don't stay down (stay
enough"
[Killah Priest]
I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolver
Plottin' vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through Martin
I'm
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
you and I and take it slow
Yeah, let’s take it slow
I'm a say she never know
I'm a take the papers home
She riding for the life I’m not even cappin'
from the era where My niggas love to get low
Don't give me that family, Roof is by law I smoke that Good shit, watch a real Nigga
Flow
And like 11-5,
not goin' through no more hard times or bad times
'Cause I can do bad all by myself, all by myself
Yeah, but I got papers on you
But now I'm
I need you to give me love
Give me love when the lights on me
Won't you promise that you'll stand by me
And we might make love in the club in
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
build, where you been, how ya' feel?
Huey P, getting the party started
Bobby Seale
No College Hill, labor got that dollar bill
So if you wait up for
Some
Warner Brothers
We started on his album
He wrote his rhymes on paper
Before Sidekicks became a modern day phone
Same time our buzz was
Generated from G
the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push
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