Lyrics:
Sold crack and I ain't
Never been to jail
So I don't know that
But I know facts
And I know stats
I know that as a black male
It's a better chance
That I
enough for you
I got to stay black
Black enough for you
We're gonna move on up
Four by four
We ain't never
Gonna suffer no more
I got to stay
[Young Buck]
Fuck y'all
He used to be a hustler, he ain't real no mo'
Cause it's some shit in the hood we wanna kill you fo'
Loose lips sink ships,
tings hanging on my coat tails
I don't take no L's
I ain't signing no deal
Boy get with the program
I be doing dope deals, yuh
I don't give a fuck how
needs gold?
Ms. Ebony!
This ain't a song with all that drama, this for black women, this for black mamas
Y'all the reason for this track
I'm loving
oh bitch you finished,
Can’t apply no more pressure, cuz you hit ya fuckin limit,
Got em crying, running, scared, hiding like Akademiks.
Ain’t ever
the second chapter (black) of Genesis we got three rivers (black)
And all of them are surrounded (black) by black people (black)
And they’re right in
Squeeze that bitch til it's empty
Is yo ass sent shots Re-send it, Momma said stay on the porch you ain't listen
My lips is sealed, I ain't taking no deal
The way franz fanon put it, you lucky I ain't "wretched" yet
Yo, you fucked up in the game now
It's big black, mr. chairman of the mau mau
I hear
Young Black millionaire
Old White billionaires
I'm sure that they could do without me
And I ain't really into sacrificing human bodies
Couple more A's
trends (trends), time and time again
If it's for us and it's by us
I bet all we'll do is win
So no matter what it cost us, my hustles and my scholars
What's up you timer when you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
Ain't no tellin'
That's what
nigga
But you weak nigga
You ain't Mike Knox or Black Dinero
There a lot of Philly niggas
That be extra ill
But you just a silly niggas
With a record deal
through a deal
Call shots, 'bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
Call shots, 'bout to walk you through a drug deal (here we go)
Yeah, I
the limelight
I can get it by myself as long as me and the time's right
No limits to what imma do like I wanna Klondike
So I'm just bopping on the beat again
with the birds from mi double digits
Summer time fine in the winter yo
I be double tapping on your insta yo
You got a man I aint inner mix up no
Likle
obtains the stain, will gain a rain
That pours, it soars my brain to yours
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no
She said that she crushin' and she Been wantin' me
She ain't on no bullshit and she Really feelin' me
Keepin' my composure, look her In the eyes
the melanin
Hashtag relevance
A whole buncha buzz words that really don't tell you shhh
I aint wanna fall for that
We putting blacks on the map
If they ain't
and I are not the same, I'll put it on for display
I don't need no lip, and I ain't looking for service
'Cause you flashing fake smiles when your soul be
not no pistol
I'm the Don, call me mista (Mista)
Getting ready to slide
How you gon' speak on some shit you ain't try?
I keep a buckshot, it pop at his
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
the ashes im earning it
No table manners, im turning it
When I'm through senpukyaku kicking it
Kicking down the door
Stepping so much that my feet getting
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