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deserved
And then I woke up
Boo hoo, straight white man want more stuff
I know but, I'm so stuck
And these rappers faux bruh, like
They catch the eye but

diner
Made it all finer bought a vice grip
Then put the press on that white bitch
Compressed that into a tight brick
Chopped it and step back (Wooo)
Yeah,

Inspiration divine, have me feeling like I'm Fibonacci
As time goes by, I realize I have no serious enemies but my mind
White man trained it as weapon aimed

ride out

Oh lord, four boys, in a four by four textin' four whores like.. (Woooh)

Back to this ride shit

Liph on his passenger side shit

You know

a million in a month
move the bitch up out the block
Cook a brick up in the pot
Spread it out in different spots
Ho you runnin' up on my bentley
Bet you

and dripping in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)
All black on my swag
White heads in my bag (Presidents)
Fuck a red, white in blue

While the reverie sticks
'Cus you've got to build a heaven
Using death as the bricks
If you want to have a life out of 76

I don't want to set the world

a distance
Intimidated by my persistence
Big guns yeah i coexist with the misfits
Fuck white bitches they in love with the wrist slits
Me and tr3 getting money

coming in murders and shit
I ain't stunting no rap tryna
Pick up a brick
All these bitches they making me sick
You can't leave the house less'
You walk

We came from the bricks, yuh
These niggas be watchin' too hard they peepin' our sticks, yuh
And I'm goin' real fast in the dark so I can not see, yuh

of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to splurge for all you niggaz want

I've been switched up on before
By my own guys and the crazy thing is I
Stayed loyal both times
My whole life, my whole life

I been in the trenches,

Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,

just for the time
I'm fuckin' the bitch but she don't seem my type
Air Force white, cocaine white
Dope boy, I was juggin' with slime
She said, "If

literate, literally you can feel that shit
And that's brick by brick
No manual, no plan at all, I had to build that shit (had to build that shit)
But I'm

know, stallion leading us
Into a hot girl summer followed by the
Coldest of nuclear winters
What does that even mean anyway?
I don't know
But, uh, hey
Dr.

dope, never had a white tee
[?] by my motherfucking self
Earned my stripes like a motherfucking breath
You never had it hard, you never had to barge
You

Here We Go

Z-Ro

Crack [Chopped & Screwed]

2008

the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gone be in
Instead of a 5 by 6 cell then a big brick home, that's what I live in

[Chorus: x2]

[Z-Ro:]

in the car
Member rice or some grits no lights In the dark
Only white boy in them bricks 20 Told me stay sharp
To facing life over licks Ashley left Me

Cali Baset Beats okay

One lick, one house, mad bricks
Two rats, two opp niggas, both snitch
Three guns, three bullets in it
Bet I won't miss
Four bad

outta yourself, by assumin
(YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(Turn that shit all the way up,

nothing in common
You feel me
Facts

Verse 1 (Grafh)

You nice but I'm nice different
I turn grams of white bitches into tan light skins
And I'm the top

but it's gucci cause the bro's on fire
I be with niggas who trap by the brick, I was 23 when I got trapped by a bitch
If you GOT BANDS, why would you

earth
Stepping on the beat, think I'm going commando
Boutta kill this shit, now you calling me Rambo
Mind racing too fast, made by Lambo
Body can't keep