Lyrics:
drive-by shootings
Last drive-by shooting, they span round
I only get in whips that are blacked out
11pm, my niggas pull up in a black BM
Blacked out so you
hieroglyphics
And letters looked like puzzle pieces
You were there to show me all it's secrets
I'd sit there all teary-eyed
Just listening under candle light
It's weighing me down how I feel so numb
Fading to black as I think I am done
There's nothing to say and no place to run
So I tune it all out
Yo sex boi drop your fucking beat box oh
Bring that next level shit
Feel the beat
Feel the beat
Wad E in the muddy fucking house check it out
Biggie's Talking intro
Repeat 6x
Mafioso
Little Ceas:
How you figure that your team can affect my cream
Gold and platinum. Black since I stepped
Bright eyed with nine lives
The cool cat bandit
Whos stranded by semantics
And his antics
Their frantic
Panicin
Stayin still like maniqueins
He manic
beam with black talons and that extended clip
Quick to do some sprayin, so nigga, watch what you sayin
You'll get your show cancelled like Keenan
babymama
Spitting heat, the booth hot like a sauna
Ima big tymer, number one stunner
Had a preacher kid, slanging that lumber
Never ran track, so I never
roll em up like Rolo's
I stomp sixteen solo
Straight for the jugular, hope that I don't
swarm and bust a cap by night so
you just keep your place cause I
reflection
Then your health effected
I go harder than any demon that hell invented
I never felt threatened
By none of these industry motherfuckers
Cause they
don't really care what anyones thinking
Just thank god that his body ain't stinking
Most of these mc's actors fact is
They ain't ever did it but act like
shit is annoying
My fit black and white but this shit is in color, fuck that Shawty she just get another
I'm selling the pack and I sell by the double
I
dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
Fuck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like
to make hits
Black fist on the rise, oh now you're surprised
Ya niggas don't exist, like fuckin pens you pry
But i'mma ride, this beat like girls ridin my
Death
I woke up and I felt like death
In fact I feel like I've never slept
Black three piece on a kevlar vest
I look like death
Excalibur the long
who spat ether
Trying to avoid all the Bathshebas
They destroyed all the black leaders now Kaep can't quarterback neither
Guess that man made
got it, I'ma roll it by you every time
We ridin' on twenty four's, red carpet every show
But there ain't nothin' that gets me goin' like the way
by you every time
We ridin on 24's, red carpet every show
But there ain't nothin that gets me goin like the way that we roll
So if you get in
Am I just some voice that
You hearing on a song?
That white boy ain't the best at
Rap 'cause he ain't black
They say that we take from
Them and never
of ten long years
Like colorful wands of fire in the arms of a red-eyed wino
Life held tight in purple lips and tongue
That mumble and spit out curses
rob it like mobs
Rage unlocking like Spawn
Bitch you won't beat the odds
Fucking psychotic like God
Casting magic with wands
Followed by a black swan
I'm buzzing
I just left the trap do bitch you know I'm thuggin
If she gave me her number then you know we
Dressed in all black that's how my hittas
watch ooh the brick got a black belt
This hoe pussy wet im mick phelps
I'm having shit aint getting by
Super black hold on that pussy was fye
I hop
be the DJ I just spit that shit and he
Gon' bring it back like replay
I come from the east side
Run shit like a relay
Bunch of Philly killers with
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