Lyrics:
I’m on the first
I mean, I’m the nigga, make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
talking back, bih
Back! Back!
Back! Back!
Anyone can eat this back hand!
Back back, I got a MAC in my bag!
They stole off your back and you paid for it
IS FcT HEN SHORTIE (Throw your hands up!)
IF YOURE WITH ME (Throw your hands up!)
IF YOU FEEL ME (Throw your hands up!)
Bottles is poppin' Blacks
Ain't no more kicking in doors , cause we got the keys now yeah
I rap in a flat key but I keep my key round
I rap in a flat key but I keep my key round
I
Whole towns of me not resting in peace under white man-made lakes across the United States
I, nurse, cry, as I send black queer boy off with Po-Po
Cuffed
hand, aim right with my left arm
Pen to the pen
Now I'm right where I left off
Wear what I left on, own what I got
I'ma stay on one, plot 'til my plot
lock & key, need my money promptly
So she bring it to me gotta get your own bitch
This dick ain't free I'm only covering for me
And I'm smart as Ivy
cause
She's a bad habit
Cuz oh mah gawd I found out
She was a sex addict
Every time she see a dick
Reach her hand out to grab it
I done had it with your
and get money man
Bullet at your mouth: you tasting silver man, this my Mona Lisa, got to keep it grand
Y-You could feed four different niggas, bet they
a baby
I cannot understand
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants
In my hands
Make you dance
Fuck a no melody
I am the melody
Kill the beat
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
and
keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin
Cause I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo
ain't never gon' walk off this planet, unless y'all choose to
Use your brain, use your brain
It ain't them that's killin' us it's US that's killin' us
[02:15.172]The city never sleeps cause they keep and eye on me
[02:18.174]Make a few stops before I drop off the homie
[02:21.208]I'm a ninja in a black neon going
(You sexy Rap God, you)
(You' sexy)
Benzino, The Ape speaking ill against black People during Black History Month, should make us peel off your color
(You sexy Rap God, you)
(You' sexy)
Benzino, The Ape speaking ill against black People during Black History Month, should make us peel off your color
the way that silver moon glows
And silver cut adversity so keep your hands closed
That silver crimson black a mix so few have ever known
Silver crimson
oh, pardon me, Lt. Eubangdere! Allow me to apologize pro flu slay.
EUBANGDERE
Just take your hand off my box.
SMOCK
Captain?
KWIRK
Yes,
get high off your own supply
From a key to a G, it's all about money
10 piece for a 10, base pipe come free
If people out there are not hip
out
We don't need your dramatics here"
"Oh, fuck you, man!" she said
"Better keep her straight" the
Bartender said to me
"She'll be all right" I said
Oooh, now you are one lucky nigga
You gotta listen to your boss white boy
Oh I'm gonna walk in the moonlight with you
You wanna hold my hand?
I need
caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely
Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back
this crowd on it's feet
So we can set it off, I've got your back, Salt
You know I'm never soft, yo where's your records at?
Right beside me, ready
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