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born poor
Airplanes blown up by Islamic extremists
In religion there's always drama
Whether worshipping the Prophet Mohammed or Jesus
Small pox
black whips that can speed down strips
No big straps that can levitate souls
No knife crime over two post codes
Look around, nice home, all white folk
house did
Fuck land, I'm fly today
First class if I fly
Credit card ain't mine
Don't know how I'm getitn' back
But in luxury I arrive
iPhone in my baby
sugar
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Ah, it ain't over child
Your racing car
Raised by the boldness
You know you are
Your lips like cherries
still whylin shit
Whattup? Hey baby I got the potion
Take a sip of this and put your back in motion
Only standin five eight but still a big shot,
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
of oxygen to say that”
“200 000 deaths from the virus”
“It is definitely not about Black Lives. And remember that when they come for you, and at this rate
lips, sink ships
Bitches always talkin' shit
Everyday struggle
Tryna make it through
When you makin' money
You better play by the rules
When you try
get stung by a bee (stung by a bee)
You can get a halo, get a halo (get a what)
Put right to God since you got Jesus piece (right with the)
Jordan ain't
up on the map, facts (Whaaa-)
I wanna make them fat stacks
Hop in a Lambo matte black
Now they gon' get no text back (Yeah)
Baby, I ain't ever failed
of the skunk, won in last night's tunk
Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaner's
Fucked me good, you shoulda seen this
Big booty bitch, switch
a bag of the skunk, won in last night's tunk
Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaner's
Fucked me good, you shoulda seen this
Big booty
And sorrows. Being from a big city, kingdom of deep mysteries, thank you Jesus for being there
For me and all my difficulties. Mighty for helping financially, I
see
Baby Chris, Pause, Red Tip and Big Ali
Afrikaa, Lawnge and soon a kid named Chi
How do my hoes look? (Just call me choosy)
Honeys hear that word
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f- flip on ya
What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain
And Big Daddy
as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
they is fear
I don't wanna die for nothing else
I am a martyr myself
See I'd rather stand by myself
Cause I ain't really had no help
I feel like Jesus H.
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
though blacks couldn't get jobs and shit
Hit after hit from the Sugarhill Gang
Hear a Pow Wow, hear a Big Bank Hank
It was strange, I was broke but I still
gon' say that lil nigga got it
He always got a Glock tucked in his boxers
Hangin' out the window, that nigga wylin'
Glock big and black like Ben Wallace
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
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