Lyrics:
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
(greed, and lust)
Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)
Now this is you, dressed in all black, fatigue hat, ready for combat
A good nigga, you
us!
If you come with me then I can show you
Where we'll take you where you dare not go to
Follow me and let my mind control you
Where rebuild
Influenced by no substances
In their right minds both parties were
But a jury of his peers let Zimmerman slip through the crack
From decision no turning back
Train will grab the gauge, just in case a motherfucker
Talks shit, he'll be the victim on the front page
He's on his way to the morgue, to kick it with
I need a warrant check on 2 suspects wearing
black Dickeys and dirty white t-shirts
I have one black and one Mexican
They have five outstanding
I admit I done made some mistakes
And I have some imperfect ways (I have some imperfect ways)
I admit I helped so many people (I helped so many)
account
That I get him every issue when the thang comes out
Sit back and let his puffy clown hair come out
And let his black side arm wrestle his white
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
And he can't fight for his own
Let his anger out through fighting
Kids won't leave him alone
Cuz he wearing hand me downs
They got a fresh pair on
Man
shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let
go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck
matter
Yeah that's a fact but let's focus on black
Knee on the neck cop didn't look pressed
He cut off his breath and it lead to his death
For blacks this
lets go!
chorus:
make her say oh my every time i ride by
she like the way the jet black cadillac shine
(ma-make her say)3 (oh my)3
yeah yo i hop out
Diddy]
Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
Well let's see how Rob be
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
America gone plastic
And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old
we preach
Cause if we did I know it would change our streets
And this Christianity isn't a white religion
Yet can we tell by the way your livin'
and our night'll end terrible
I exhale and say, "Fuck it", and I just chose to let it go
Walt went to St. Louis
Had a full ride for his hoopin', him
watched a white officer assassinate
A black man and I
Know that tore your heart out and I know
It's crippling and I have nothing
Positive to say in
This
can't stand when I talk like that
And why do black men have to walk like that?
Cause we swing low like a chariot
And now I got Harriet all on my dick
the way back
And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try harm
What the hell you smoking? What the fuck possessed you
To come out your face, now I have to wet you
Throw on my Timbs, black mask and black serpent
and you know
The way he appreciated
All of his opportunities that he has like
To just being in America and being able
To create and I told
Him he had to arm
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