Lyrics:
all black and it's dark as shit
Lighten up my body, finna spark that shit
Looking for my car, where I park that shit
When I hit that joint, I hit it
reason to live (tonight)
Stir my passion, stir my instincts
Cast my shadow on the wall
Moonlight
You're the only bride that I need (by my side)
Feed my
Wait for me, I shot the informer
Nowadays, when I speak, it's a big saga
Nowadays, I collab with the weed farmer
Nowadays, I link the plug by
Verse 1 *(Black C)*
It's strictly this game that I'm stickin to
And stayin true
Tryin not to do what those fakers do
While I'm payin dues
I'm makin
Slid out west to escape from the monster
I duck shots like I'm paid by a sponsor
Told Drake I need time to ponder
Replay, keep the umbrella like
old-fashioned
One sip and anything could happen
Oah-oah-oh-oh who know-oh-oh-ohs
I'm not drunk but
Just stayin' on by feet it's hard as hell
I'm spinning
a steamer
And a motherfuckin gun
I'm getting lit on this shit
I've been smoking blunts by the river
You counterfeit just a bitch
Ain't nothing more than
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
paint great with goldies on brand new dubs
Ready to kidnap that brain with that game
that I got from Tony Lang(?), Ernest Lang(?) and Jermaine
Black
ain't even get your shit back, bitch
And you got your ass beat by a white boy
You'll get whacked playin' with
These black kids (yeah)
No, I don't wanna
A all-black hoodie a bílý boty
Tvý tracky nudí od pátku do soboty
Chain ať mě studí, jen ať je pěkně heavy
Víš kdo bude první, budeme to my a ne vy
Když nejsi
day, Sicknotes
(Doo, doo)
[Dogmatic]
It makes no difference
What position you put this mic in
Kevin still rippin', it's like
Black folk and chicken,
Verse 1:
Carrbian I, classy down, headed for a while, beat this bitch by a mile
Cowboy bow push powder through the nile
New legs have green gator
Dear Sir I Write This Note To You To Tell You Of My Plight
For At The Time Of Writing It I'm Not A Pretty Sight
My Body Is All Black And Blue, My
time
6 Dogs by the seaside, think of you when they play it
For a, for a long, long time, and that's alright
My friends all ask what's on my mind
got shot
Young guy left to rot
Lady got robbed
Some guys who got stopped
Open the paper in search of news and enlightenment
Met by some story
we break hearts
And crack rib praps, take trips far
Shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods
Shoot the git, so I blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs
that we drop black, bet you niggaz stop that
Real shit, plus the fact I represent
And drop you flat on your back, walking on niggaz like a do' mat
clitches
Addicted, bullets are, bullets just barely missing you by inches
Catching a box hold, clap and we lock load
Grabbing the rock road, tracks
even trust the weather man that nigga be lying too
Now they decapitating black babies tell me it ain't so
That shit was just an accident yeah if you say
but I won't
I'm tired of arguing
So don't begin with what cannot end
Because I'm tired
You're defined by having an open mind
Yet you close me out
a smoker, black lungs, I'm a fool, yeah
I'm a loner (yes)
I was smooth MJ
Billie died last May
Couldn't hold back tears
Swept up and drank away
Call me
horse tranq'
Had the feens leanin' near the store blank
Wiggin' like the Warden off a Shawshank
Crack rock in black tops, stink chick in the alley
hearts
And He will leave you filled
God reminds me of a DJ
Coz He is stronger than any Black Coffee
He is bigger than Fat Koek
He is Fresh and is
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