Lyrics:
Michael Jackson, Spike Lee I've been in another league
Lemonade or spike tea she burnin' 400 degrees
Black tee, white tee, boy you cannot fuck with
Baby on
No, never fuck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Michael Kors
I'm on the same shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on
I've seen
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
Taxation
For the rhythm nation
Jackson like Michael
White glove my revival
Return of the King
They should crown me now
Let me say this now
Black skin never
proof the tank (Hm-m)
Bitch is a dime a dozen
I get dimes by the bundle (Huh)
Barry White bumping backseat while we fucking
Them niggas was making love
Nevada, I'm feeling all your lights I'm on Navara
I'm rocking my Versace she's on Prada, I pray our souls don't fade away
I'm Michael Jackson to these
Jackson said it don't matter black or white but it should
Cause Flint Michigan's a long way from Hollywood
I tried to go to college but I saw myself stuck
Everything black, I don't want black (they want us to bow)
I want everything black, I ain't need black (down to our knees)
Some white, some black
Everything black, I don't want black (they want us to bow)
I want everything black, I ain't need black (down to our knees)
Some white, some black
like Michael Jackson, in fact, I'm lightnin'
Flashin' by, I'm goin' off the wall
You better pass the mic before the bomb go off
Like tik-tok, you gonna
black she was Like you a nigga
Michael Jackson singing black or white near the kitchen
Guess it didn’t matter never mind Michael’s pigment
These are
Yeah
Street sweeping uh
Fiends fiening uh
Posted in all black I feel like Michael Keaton
I feel like Michael Jackson
Cause i'm a Speed Demon
Yo hoe
son
She want my kid like Michael Jackson
Never look for a girl I trust my heart and now he's not wrong
I was a broke boi
Everynight smoking cigarettes
Rah, it's BKay you know
Yo Itchy, is that how you're goin' on yeah?
I'm a smooth criminal, no Michael Jackson
All I wanna do is just beat it
gone)
Michael Jackson with the glove, word to Mother Catherine (Mother Catherine)
Like the pirates from Somalia, Coke Boy Captain (Coke Boy Captain)
comes back up like some acid reflux
Or a Michael Jackson jacket with some plastic zippers
I was zippin' through the city and I don't give a fuck
1994
You are very special
You're special too
Black boys south side of the map
Nappy headed, sharing rooms in the back
Back then when Michael still
and the power, they be in here watchin' Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
to stardom
And it's never really random
Oh my God (Oh my God)
Been working on em' PJs
Really balling like em' MJs
The Michael Jacksons, The Michael Jordans
I'm
Michael Knight, Miami Vice
Black and White, Trenchcoat - Calvin Klein
Hello Kitty, Bikini Jakuzi, Wasser heiß
White Lines, Hotelroom - Bernstein
replay it
Niggas actors they whole lives they don't know they faking
I know Sosa with them Shottas he not even Jamaican (Wagwan)
Shawty black I paint her
to the other side
And I didn't even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams
Damn, that white girl got some ass!
I can't believe it
White girl got some ass, I wanna see it
Black girl got a ass, it ain't a secret
Baby, turn
and the constitution, reflect the thinking
Of the founding fathers, that this was, to be a nation
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks
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