Lyrics:
girls, pretty, but they booty flat
Teenage males, couldn't tell, I was going through
And had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Beamer almost black
please
Bitch I know who I am
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that's a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross
the people go clap clap, the club always jam packed
Little sex rats you wanna get back stage to hang with the zef rats
Little white rats, little black rats
on the hippies and faggots
And the dykes and the weird little children they grow.
Help the black man.
Help the poor man.
Help the milk man.
Help the door man.
black go fly a kite
Gave a little bark but he wouldn't dare bite
For that would be the end of his night
Walk the city streets wonder who I'll see
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
After bein' 25 you know just trying to survive in the world
Bout to have a little boy or baby girl. Who knows?
Anyway just when you start getting
a distance
She came running, hugged him and screaming
She start crying, Litha told her, "we leaving"
A black ride went by, windows tinted
They rolled down,
or quesadillas and sopa
Got a little cooler with assorted waters and sodas
Cinnamon sugar-coated malassada, the odor
Makes me the envy of the line
If not
more shows
Yo, Grant's self description, a self-conscious mix of Sesame Street
Trap rap, and a bit of futuristic, a little Rivers Cuomo and a can
on the highway
Whole world get a little misguided
Where the spotlight? Put me in the spotlight
Trust no one that put you in the wrong light
I scream when I hit
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
I won’t fall for the jook
This one is all for the books
You shoulda popped years agosmack start
Wit’ the looks but today? The revenge
Trust dawg
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
One sis and a mum
Both dad and brother
Got addicted to drugs
But JB thought let me switch up
Fix up
Pick up the book
All the mix up
Twist up
Southern man
I saw cotton and I saw black
Tall white mansions and little shacks
Southern man, when will you pay them back?
I heard screamin'
Southern man
I saw cotton and I saw black
Tall white mansions and little shacks
Southern man, when will you pay them back?
I heard screamin'
of Swat, the Bambino"
I smoke twenty-five goddamn Black Cuban cigars a day
I had meat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
I fucked eighteen prostitutes
beams, burning up the nightlights
They work out all their story in my little Black Book
3) Lookin for some lovin, lookin for some trouble
Looking for
we actin' wild
It's Waka Flame, you know my style
This little chain like 40 thou'
All eyes on me, thugged out
Pop a bean, that's the old me
Molly's
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
casualties
Books given scratched in white out
Now little brown boys got self doubt
Only care about beauty and clout
Now I’m careful what comes out my
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
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