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a dime

That’s on foenem
Fuck you, your homie, and all your mans
Let’s go right now since you think that I don’t got no hands
All my opps get treated like

the pain away for good 
Don’t you go thinking that there’s a better place 
Nobody bounces back from this 
No, there is no afterlife 
-Just nothing forever

brand of bullshit
And it’ll never go away
Until a different brand of bullshit 
Comes to take it’s place

Black cats walk with me on the sidewalk
You

with filled wisdom pimpin on Mona Lisa,

-

Who's ya teacher? I'll school him with this iron fist,her vision blurry the cause blind by the wrist, for

Walking and look for someone 
Is just a better time out
I’m just a little pigeon
They only search for someone
Who’s feeling 
Afraid 

He’s feeling

bout twerking
I'm American my folks African
Mom say she bout to go back again
Y'all chasing yeys and Kardashians
Not even see what's happening
Police is

treated like Men in Black, 
But don't call me a Smith, 
Still I'm a star, 
Swear I'm related to Michael Jack, 
Billy Jean on my hip,
I'm not the one for you

& then coasting 
real niggas- they know me,  real recognizes real 
similes in the mirror 
lifes a bitch but i find it hard to fear her
young & black

Cause how does that show our worth
Our black lives matter, but matter of fact shows we're discouraged
We don't see us out the block
So the box we're

speak
Go straight to the point cos I don’t do no hide n seek
New stack of mula calling getting 100’s by the week

Ooh , wait I gotta know
Damn wait I

Follow me
Got it on lock, the devil been out here and haunting me
Mess with my brothers the ting ting go “brr brr” on a nigga
By Any Means we goin’ run

mamma 
Send a black nigga In the house for the change like Obama 

Von
My mind katana Trials from karma Killing calmFox like karama 
every turn i make

If you see me on road say wa gwan cos man stay cool 
I ain't at the back of the bus, won't stare a man down cos this ain't
school
I go the spot they

jam back in the day was ""Eric B. for Presi""

Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC shorty black

still wanna holler 
That you wanna have a fucking bitch by the collar 
But you can't have that 
'Cause when I listen to you, all I wanna do is laugh

mine 

The straight and narrow 

Where you will find 

Life

CHORUS

We wake up seeking our place in the store 

But when we gonna go and seek The Face

bonnet
Bare fuckrey I've been out here on skull duggerys
Young me air force black dungaries
I'll smack your brudda in the face I dare one of you to try

run come in
Want a better way but there is none for me
Life so real
Life so real

Verse 2 (Roots): 
I tell di youth dem fi wake up
And the likkle girl

Toupe
We cannot kick no Liu Kang (Nope)
My life is to good (Whoa)
To walk around sad
Gotta run me a sack up (Whoa)
And go get a bag (Whoa,Whoa,Whoa)
Y'all

a Backwood
Getting topped off
Like a new hood
Gotta backpack
And a black strap
I'm a savage
Call me blackjack
Killing every syllable
Living by the lyrical
Pain

at
Maniac, maniac, maniac, maniac
 
I keep the green in my duffle
I heard you smokin' that crumble
I got that grass by the bundle
Show up it smell like some

they come out in my head at night 
Manson family surrounded by all girls from black to white 
Truth is not so seeking when you finally read the words out

the desert nights
Where the serpents cruise rocky terrains and sand dunes
Coyotes yip yap at the suns collapse
Out muscled by the black bear
Abandon camp

in everything perfect
Elegant, our name stay in cursive
We go with the flow no need to reheare it
Where your girl at
Man I hope you find her
Cause real