Lyrics:
the higher
Power wrote it for me
Just another scripture out that dog bible
This that dog motivation I carry the title
They want you blindfolded my third eye
WON’T CHANGE THINGS ON THEIR OWN
WE WILL GIVE THEM A HAND
WE WILL TAKE TO THE STREETS--WITH MORE FIRE AND FURY
ALREADY CONDEMNED JUST FOR BEIN’ BLACK-- BY
black
Tryna be where Garvey at
And move my people off the map
These ZIP codes where they rip holes with the longest straps
Either get arrested by the pigs
My son's name is Michael Justice Ajani Sterling
Michael after his grandfather, not to mention Jordan, Jackson, and Tyson
See, he came out fighting
You fear, dark eyed, that your humanity is out of sight
Tucked under - described in terms of water
You hear empathy ends in thunderstorms
You took my attention away so hard now I just can't focus
Jet black hair and your dark brown skin, everything so golden
Slim or big, really don't
Ay this shit nothing new
Asain bitch and Black bitch like Rush Hour 2
They in my bedroom and they tryna film a movie soon
And both they daddy's rich
shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up
Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out
Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his
nincompoop (what?)
What's wrong witchu? You can't compute (Yes sure I can compute)
Don't fix your lips to tell me you can
Standing on the poley playing
bitch, cause my new one ain't shit
I keep the pole on my hip, never fold on the click
A nigga open his lips, We Knock a hole out his hip
Only goals, dying
to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little
was down bad I was sleeping on the floor
And when I die I swear that they gone label me the goat
Aye black billionaire I want more I want more
Aye
above us
You my undead shawty
We could chill by the poolside
Have a convo like it's self control
Are you down to ride
All black fit
I don't see the world
on my block
(Nah) ngga get got and get whipped (Whopped)
Knocked out his socks by that Glock
(Bop bop bop bop)
Mosama 3Laden, Lil 3 who I be
But I'm
of cigs
A fresh one hanging from her lips, a beer between her legs
She rides down to the river, and meets with all her friends
The road goes on forever
of cigs
A fresh one hanging from her lips, a beer between her legs
She rides down to the river, and meets with all her friends
The road goes on forever
tryin to find the black of the cash
I just can't give a damn of the glam and the fame
Don't give a damn what comes out cha lips
Baby take a walk and I'll
the ground do the math
Throwin' money in the club let the rain with her ass lookin' for a bad bitch
Guess wat? she just that
Hair jet black, ass that's fat
side?
Watch when you lick your lips
Shake your hips got
Damn i love that shit, Yo, let's stop fakin'
Be real now
I got a room and a hard-on still down
By his side ... smiling smiles
I never seen
So I just straightened up
And walked in on that bar room
Just as you reached out and kissed
His
in and drag em out
Ain’t no fussing w/em bitch I’m tryna bust a nigga yea
And don’t be fooled by the way we balling now
If he say one more thing that
The bullshit cut it out, no, I don't want to hear it
Loose lips gon' be the end of us if you don't zip it
Don't you worry what I'm doing, don't you worry what
dead by tomorrow, I'm trying to face it
So why ain't I trying to reach? Get out, I've been down and out for too long
So much free bands in the air, you
just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who
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