Lyrics:
Nigga que sera sera
Heard you got yours mo'fucka let me get mines..
CHORUS
I got the paper from the chase in a suitcase
YOUNG BLACK NIGGA
They act
our hearts and our minds
It's black love
Living our own minds
Black man your backs to the wall facing the outcome
That's how come I'm staring out
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
moon.
Theres the finer things in live like kids and a wife before see'n that black moon shine'n.
Yea I listen to my pa as the days go by cause he says
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
as a scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep
Far from a goat, more like a black sheep
Lamb of God, and it's odd
That Allah is a man that don't need a tan
And you
grace
Pvssy
Coulda better that me ah the greatest
Don’t want to fake yourself
By grace man disgrace them
Wonder boy counting the papers
Coulda better that
an accountability
Stemmed in leading, leading by serving
Black boy, you better move, like your life depends on it
Like paralysis is that disease you don't want
Fashawn:
(It’s Capital, baby….it’s only gon get better)
We was banging like an African drum
In the back of the slums
My skin black as my lungs
Word, that was trippy
Whassup with you Black Thought man, wassup?
Word, organix, groovy stew grits
With cheese, and mad honey
That ain't
You know what the fuck going on, man
You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride
It's the king, bitch
Just Blaze
No introduction
move
W**** man
Black room
Better act cool
Black Gat
Blast You
Blat Blat
Black Man
Tap dance for them w**** folk
Better grow a fucking backbone
Baby get
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
never had doubts or thoughts of regret,
And I was a man when all this began,
Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet.
Black throated wind, whisper
never had doubts or thoughts of regret
And I was a man when all this began
Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet
The black-throated wind
man, Gucci man
Peal man, purp' man, lay man, weed man
Crest man, X man, better wear a vest man
Yo boy, dough boy, bow down to no boy
Never been a ho
deceitful the media talks
All these damn elites they be sitting at the top
Black man in a hoodie man I better call the cops
He’s so scary oh my gosh
Kick up
like a dog with a E at the end
Ima bail him every time
That's my only black friend
He could dance even better than Alfonzo
He be reppin' the dashiki from
friend I'm gonna drink this whole town dry tonight
I won't worry 'bout tomorrow, if we make it through tonight
Better man, better man, here I stand
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
really seem
And I ain't actin' on the scene, nigga's scream
The actions ain't screened, just well-schemed
I'm tryna' have wealth for my well-being
By
Uh
Yeah
Look
Look
Look
Look
Uh,
Don’t need a man Self made, real paid
Black don't crack don't even know your real age
In the crib sipping wine,
the poor man can't even deal with life
You know he tried to escape, and smoked the coke on the pipe
And it's time for a change, to a better way
'Cause
doubts or thoughts of regret
And I was a man when all this began
Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet
Black-throated wind, whisper in sin
.jpg/245px-Rocktoberfest_rocks_Cherry_Point_141016-M-BN069-126_(cropped).jpg "Clint Lowery")
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