Lyrics:
My kick game like Liu Kang, wait
My kick game like Bushido Brown I'm black and I'm proud
Rocking the fro, boondock style I'm young and I'm wild
I
This is the business of gettin the rhythm in
Yes, it is written. I hope you are listening
Let's just let go. I'll be your witness and
Bless it. Yeah
the glasshouse steak in every Last house
I gave Money to my Dad through my big brother
Sent em on a cruise cause a nigga love his mother
Me and Dad fell out Hella
the bacon
Take a lesson, then you can write a statement
Just know you'll end up in the basement
Wait your turn, you must be patient
I'm on go, I have no
Fraud niggas, y'all niggas, that's that shit I don't like
Your shit make-believe, rappin' 'bout my own life
(Woo) that's rare, nigga (woo) Ric
cause they still afraid
Don’t know the real you black man so they cast shade
They love to judge you black man for your past ways
Never see you advance
"You go bustin' your fist against a stone wall,
you're not usin' your brain. That's what the white man wants you to do.
Look at you! What makes
by gones
Swear that
Niggas stay talking but they don't throw shade
World hella heavy knowing shit won't change
Yeah they love me to my face but then
lighter at midnight
Things will be brighter the moment you find
More of your kind
Smiling on the street of dreams
Love laughs at a king
Kings don't
Your impact very partial
You through shade like you Martial
I've been feeling lucky like a horse shoe
This game is my bitch and it divorced you
And if
in a fairy tale
Sex drive now she got ha hands on my steering wheel
She got that round and brown I call it caramel
Make it go round and round like
Inside and out, earned that clout
Warrin over a nigga ain't what I'm about
Ya had a good woman, I held ya down
Kept the pussy tight your own suga brown
remain the same
When a sunflower is met by shade... and i'm me... who else to be?
Growing older.. well that just laid the land for growing pains
When your
the Trickers in Sight
So it's Money to be Made
Call Me Mr Fifth Shade MR LNA bout ta get Laid
Baby light Brown Ass Round chase her Down like she's a Rebound
Make
cost me like 7 grams, bitches failing like bad exams|Niggas scoring for the fucking team and we will pinch your face like it's Maybeline|And I'm hands
your nose. I think I'm in love with you
If I was a poet I'd say something like you are my sugar
Then I give you a galaxy worth of love sonnets
night
LED lights make your eyes
Pink
I lit up a lavender candle in your honor
You love the shade
I love your sage eyes
Shine like emeralds
After midnight
I'm smackin you with cause it's easy
Like Lionel Richie, your whole style is bitchy
Switch me, mix me, somebody get me
Don't let me rip out my
on the left then anything goes,
Uncut brown lace, light blue use your face,
Olive tone, you love a man in uniform.
On the left, or on the right,
Don't you know
And your lies
Is this what your mouth speaks?
Some are illegal
And that you love and save
Then kick people out
For being a different race shade
shoulders but it's lighter than a clover
I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
System so solar, got white like Crayola
Nut like granola all
Give me a definition of what makes a man
You seem to have the money on your mind
Cashing all your seconds by
But still not spending anytime for
Love
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
this town
Be polite say a whiter shade of brown
People that they gotta fight
Some are black and some are white
Calling them the half-breeds
Say you
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