Lyrics:
Kneel to the pharaoh, surrounded by rings
Call me Saturn
Plays pitchin' the skip button
Shards up on the boulevard
So act hard, see to heaven to ask God
Stay on your grind
Handle your business
Focus on your mission
Hold your position
On this road to riches
Don't stop for bitches
Stay on your grind
Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money
I mean it's hard, hustling late night
You know (late night)
Some of these suckas out there
time to be Black
I see you clock the ball handles n the dance moves
Makin an excuse to make the N word theirs too
Yall wana be Black till its time to be
Mornors in the lobby and they all there
Surrounded by the flowers and they all sad
Consumed by the stench that's embedded in the fabric
Embedded in their
chillin'
With my feet up, these are vacation days
Doesn't really matter tho I'm out here,
Pop a wheelie flow, put in so much hard work
At 24, I became
and span
I ride 28 inches on my creepy black van
And you can catch me posted up down by the trailer park
I'm selling bootleg movies from noon to dark
But
all black
With a heart to match
Smoking that green
In the motherfucking cadillac
Looking like death
Get out of my way
We're gonna go hard
Party
I'm a rapping target
I'm a rapping target back to back target
With the vest and mask hauling
DVD's like a Black Target
Cocaine sell it off I can't, I
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
of order & petty
I whip the soda no pepsi they oughta know I’m veteran
I blow this bitch with perfection by god i stand here protected
Lately loosing my mind
Rogers
Or DVD by Ashara Kwesi
And let your soul roam free
Amos Wilson told us
In the 70's of black poverty
Dreamz
Dreamz are realities that we see
I
feet ain't even touch the soil yet
What a movement, the rap solution
It thumps so hard we got 'em world wide usin them
Tracks from Black for
of the roof
L L
Verse
Oh man you talk slick
On top your clit
Tomorrow by the click
I'm rolling with my clique
We sellin on hard tunes
Nigga you're an athlete
better play with my clit
Got his dick rock hard like he serving bricks
I got black girl magic and he love my tricks
Got the nigga asking me to have his
the fuck, our fucking prime minister, he
It ain't that hard to stop with this Black Pete bullshit
Next year, 20-20
Are we finally gonna have a year without
Nathaniel Jones his name is better known by Black Starr Im Saying
Black Starr Its the legend of the Black Starr Black Starr Black Starr when the evil attack
You know that I handle business
I came from rags to riches
Now I be granting wishes
Damn delicious
You know these are facts
It ain't fictitious
Yeah
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
This is the story of an emotional black male
From Kokstad born in a world designed to make blacks fail
But he was never the blackest of these boys
Nor
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
the answers
Living day by day like I had stage 3 cancer
Living day by day like a tittie dancer
Trying to control this game of life sometimes it’s hard to handle
I got a black mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I don't chit chat
My bitch bad, I get racks
That Rolls Royce, come gift-wrapped
Them birds still
tempted by women at times
It's like being the king of the hill
Surrounded by dimes but that's the least of
My trials and tribulations (what)
Handle
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