Lyrics:
Sat by the window, widow sat
And dreamed of planes in silhouette
In cloud formations overhead
Oh, you better get there when it matters
When
So let's talk about our luck
We came here out of destiny
We've been spinning and left stuck
Drowning in out black sea
And we hope for sunrise
But our
Money money money
10 racks
Your girl she never going back
All foreign blacks
Sorry i ain't text you back
We flippin' packs
We only smoking boof pack
addiction in the V inhaling chocolate
Fit the sickest flow description, clips are hard narcotic
Money standing by the hobbit
We managed, ran back out
to heathens
This query got me quandarin' ponderin the paradox
How to put the pain back, back in Pandoras Box
Salat by the cotton crop, we holy field negus
Now
Every little hair on my neck is a wreck
Black and blue because of you
My back's out of place
I need a brace and my face is askew
Now that's hard
thrown (un)till I indeed ignite
Revolutionary schemes
Black men and building beams
Always under pressure even still they hold up everything
In the image
you'll be calling me dad back
I'm am dressed in all black
Eyeing u in all that
I and you should contact
I don't do what they do Because I am what you
our time
Keep you in line, by my side, on my right
I crave I love
That black on black type of love
Going deeper than my roots
G's)
Now, when you're rollin' through yo' motherfuckin' hood
Tell me what you see
(Some motherfuckin' G's)
Roamin' in my motherfuckin' hood
Nightmare, I got a hundred bricks, a white square
Black ski mask with a chopper by the nightstand
Taliban, got a hundred grand in each bag
Make the wrong move
the work in the dash, yeah
Uzi designed a chain for me I bought the shit cash, yeah
You can hate all you want I'ma sit back and laugh, yeah
Your comments
upon her back, the grey hairs amongst the black,
The quiver in her lips when she spoke far too quick,
The lines upon her hands.
The weight
by the all black
limousine
And the 20 rims that's sparkling bright
And the ornament rising from the black hood
She's a devious woman coming on to me
continue to burden
the black community
left by the institutions of slavery,
Jim Crow segregation,
and the era of mass incarceration.
After many failed
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg
Pound to let y'all know somethin'
If you're lookin' in the Source
Mag and don't see me
It's
classes, mom I'm never movin' back
And I put six years in the flow, okay, no wonder it got mastered
The flow need a dam, why it's doin' too much damage
God
today we'll stay outside the whole way through
But we go back into tunneled stone. Windows turn black, underground
A pen full of ink, a notebook that's
out like that
That's when I let his ass have it with the gat
Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks
He will never sell dope to another
want a sky to para glide on
Like a bat in the black
Fly to mars in the stars, and come back
Make 'em tore, start a war
And now attack, (and now attack)
Above this city lie purple skies
Reminding me all the hurtful lies
Fina ride, no I don't look back
Fina drive, 'til it all turns black
Above this
and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
not to fall and risk my freedom again trying
and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
not to fall and risk my freedom again trying
My own private hell for a surf guy like me
Became known in the papers as the Nightmare in Maui
Back on Long Island
Things got way way worse
Black
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