Lyrics:
reality
I don't hangout with losers
Red and black coupe, call it AC milan
What I do for them bands, feeling like Simeon
You gotta talk to me nice if
You
Judging by how all this looks
Witty charm, my good looks
Money boy is all it took
I work double overtime like day and night
Hardly get a day off can't
Well it was just the other day
I was walkin' down the street
And I saw you standin' by yourself
You were looking so cute in your black daisy dukes
kinkies
Oh Lordy, Lordy, mixed with yellow Chinkees, yeah
You know you lump it all together
And you got a recipe for a get along scene
Oh what
It was four fifty for the zip though
Four fizzy by the hip close
U hear it guaranteed ya get low (wait)
A shot could knock down a hippo
I'm from
flexin', nigga
All this Remy Martin, I might mix it with some Rosay
Heavy rotation on the radio, you get no play
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball go
Woke up in this mess
Don't feel like getting dressed
But it's Friday night
get out and live my life
No point of living now
I want to end it all
My
I want it more than
Anyone else I'll rebel
Who are they to tell
Me what to do
I been saying truth
I been paying dues
I been taking all this lean
Out
Hey, all you losers, get on your feet
Trust fund babies taking it to the street
White supremacy, LGBTQ
If your life is lacking meaning, any cause
Magic
W the brown girl magic
W the black girl magic
Look in her eyes
It's no surprise
I see the universe
I got the bag
I got the purse
Know that I'm bad,
by Cupid above to know the secret of love
And I can't get enough
Now it's true the observer cannot understand
What lives in the heart of the one it
sin please don't judge my skin
I often see how they objectify you black girl
Yet deep inside invisibly inspired by ya
You lips, your curves it all
Yea, that's right
It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
This is real shit
This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all
No doubt, 7 o'clock
which one a you hoes wanna jump
If you got static, then get it off your chest punk
Cause I ain't bar none
If you're feelin lucky then go ahead and get cha
late to get
Outta black market, glad that I got that
Knowledge? Hah! My brain did speed overages
College? Gave me a shit
Now I'm developin’ web pages
My
From them jokers who loving that glass cock
Pitching bullets David Price with the glock
Black boys outlined with white chalk
Shot down by the poachers
to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
I used
abase or abound
No I'm not lucky I'm blessed
Content with whatever i get
No I'm no not lucky I'm blessed
Thanks for the sabbath I'm getting my rest
Peace
basin
Remnants of the night before
Came again
Infernal tapping on the door
In my mind jabbing
Is it in or outside rapping
Calling out to me once
generations tough it out on the big street all alone...
Rank of the privileged on the evening commute
Don't want to be bothered, don't want to be used
Booming
I'm going with out the map on
I don't care if it was Christmas time nor Halloween still ain't got my sack shown
I can tell you ain't my kind by the way
(intro)
[crunchy black]
Aw yeah, we fittin' to get into some shit called stayin' real
It's one mutha-fuckin' thing to be real
But it's another
always be full PC
Make the move you wanna see
Shaping our so-ci-e-ty
Let's not be defined by melanin
It's all culture not our skin
Change the minds
all
The screw fit the judge, he might take the fall
Someone set him up, a botched robbery
Mistaken identity, yeah it gotta be
17 years old, I'm headed
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