Lyrics:
for blessing me
I'm a black god with a black card
And I work hard when I get hard all the hoes hit the floor
I'm on a new page with the same stage
speed
What you achieve
Come to greed by the grief
And what you get is what you see
In your mind visually
And manifest physically
If you stick to it
Thunderbird to me it was priceless
Don't need a Bentley or a Benz cuz this was the nicest
Better believe on the mirror was the fuzziest dices
Young juveniles
blunts by the carton
I like the chill and the thrill of the darkness
I can see the pen and pad if the blunt sparked kid
Why do you think I crave all this
(Listen to this, listen to this)
Listen to this uh
Just let me hold you
Right by your hips
I miss your body
Yeah I miss your lips uh
I'm missin' all you
black women,
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Cancel them,
Or me, or you,
Who's telling the truth?
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Gyal get BBLs,
cnd lip shots,
cnd tit
you gon' do oo-oo, if I touch you if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say
pie
Fairytales
In the wild
Involuntary Juvenile
Get it right
Allow yourself to recognize
Real eyes
Really Icy
What's the price
Said she like me
(Tellin'
Mobbed passed the juvenile hell this that authentic
The pain is real, lifestyle’s augmented
Tits, ass, lips all synthetic
Does it make me less of a man
[Intro]
What's goin on world?
It's Pop Da Brown Hornet
Chillin wit Black, Blackstreet, Chauncey
This song is dedicated to, inspired by
Brother
they had
Strangled by the ways of the flesh
The doomed had to bet
On turning Blue to
Red
Destruction uncounted by juvenile heads and minds of the mortals
(Drum Dummie)
(DJ Swift on the track)
There it go, turn up
Kilo Lit
Living by the street code, yeah that's 'side the G-Code
Go outside you keep
New York the city that never sleeps
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids
hero left, never seen a crime, I was blinded by my youth eyes, you couldn't do wrong, in my eyes as a juvenile, left me alone to bare the streets, be
Razors concealed in an oncoming low
Shave the treetops of southern Tasmania
And slice apart a thousand duffle coats
Worn by spectres which still
homeboy Frog
Old school partnas from juvenile hall
I got the gin and juice, and gas in my tank
But the day ain't shit without an ace of dank
Fuckin'
taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I
And watch the shore by the rising tide now the whole world can see me
When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
I hang a man in front of a crowd
them lips
and let me look at that tongue
Thinkin' about how she fuck by the way she part them lips
and let me look at that tongue, get it?
That girl
on and on from age to age
Skin color change from place to place
But if you're racist
Read my lips you are insane
So
It doesn't matter if you're black or white
We
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score from Slim and B
10
glocks
But I'm a nigga for lie and a man by choice
Walkin through Chinatown a black man (nigga)
Walkin through the projects a balck man (nigga)
Black men don't cheat
You was blessed at the mouth
Them smooth lips
Bring addiction
I be digging it out
You make a nigga talk country like I'm big in
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