Lyrics:
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
divided by the years
But I got it from here don't sweat that
Sounds bump from Marcy to LeFrak
To that project in DC where my
Man caught his death at
Over my
lungs for the last time
'Cause she will slit our throat
She breathes through
A black lung
Deceased
By the hand of man
By the hand of
Us
His name's Yxng Playboii
They like "Jay, why yo cup fizzin yo?"
Stay up out my bidness, cuz yo girl keep gettin physical
Man I thought we was just
gonna take a black man, send him back in time
And now I gotta own slaves?
Well if it's any consolation, your son Tom, the 9th Lord Fairfax of Cameron
to play the fool
White manager, white friends, white boss, white fans
I don't need advice on being black from a white man
I can't, I stand, feet planted
on y'all neck, can't be for no rack
Stand in the game, y'all niggas be capped
Play with a fan, no ass, get it smacked
I roll this out, can't smoke no black
on a big run rapping on this old school, nigga think I'm Big Pun
Punish rappers for the average nigga, man, I rip lungs
I say my mind's playing tricks on me
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
sorry that I broke your heart
I promise that next time I'll be a better man
But I won't ever see your face again
Lydia I'm so sorry I betrayed your trust
mad, make em go to they room like I am they mama, and they know I'm a big bitch, and I'm killing this shit, so I'm sorry your honor
Bitches been mad for
step into the booth
Introvert boy sittin' all by himself
Don't talk to me, just keep it to yourself
Sorry, that I seem so mean, I don't mean to
Sorry
feeds, on any prey it can
And I was branded beast, at every feast, before I became a man
Hahaha! Full swing for the jungle.
John Bido in the house, it's
straight
Without a break for motherfuckers to slave me
For 515 and they look in my eyes and
Know that I'm only working just to get by
They say life is
you want Mandingo
Big, black and handsome
I should hold your devil ass for ransome
Sorta like Patty Herst, but I'll burst first bitch
And you
by,"Yo,don't act
Cold-blooded,'cause it just ain't
Fair to kick a man when he's down"
'Cause,He is somebody
Like I am somebody
You are somebody
Like I am
You so beautiful in that Black skin
That you wearing
I speak for all the kings
I thought that I should share it
You said that you could a black man
on fye
In a all black whip goin down the nine five
Foot heavy on the gas
Think a nigga might fly
Only got two seats
You won't fit in my ride
Got juice
Man
want is change
We been Marching for some years
But know ain't nothing changed
I'm a get it how I live through the struggle man
Push it hard better know
bottom blockin'
(Pussy) and I know you know how
All them slimes rockin', man
Boy, this a new AK
That shirt for the shell case
I shoot for my dawgs, dawg
I
reminds me that you are mine
Lick off your dagger, tighten your talons
Pick me up high by the skin of my back
Don't you feel sorry for bones when you drop
juss count a couple bands
Go up to another land
Oo damn
I just wanna be the man for you
Oo damn
I just wanna be the man yeah
Just wanna make you laugh
Freedom with our smile
But captured by the pain inside
Desiring to forgive
But captured by our pride
Mask creators coz it's
Our face that we tryna
~ain’t tryna die young
•no I ain’t rich but I still feel em
~always got my gun
•cop or opp might have to pop a reaper
-stop feelin sorry for my self when I
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