Lyrics:
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Cause I'm just tryna get to my dollars
Fuck nigga don't play by my commas
Know the choppa gone sing like opera
All black told bro keep posture
Goretzka’s strong like a striker’s kick
Coman, out on the wing cuz he’s lightning quick
Got no data to like her pics
It is what it is
I’ll just top up my cell
been crisscrossed by my brothers I'm like fuck bros
Hope they think i'm lackin
Try it and it's gun smoke
Brody shoot the glizzy so much
I think the gun
jazzy boy
Black suit with my coudory
Looking for my quarters
You give 2 cents, like a banker boy
Really tapped in, tapped out
Tats on me, like ima ghetto
them back, then be right by my side like AirPods
Them niggas ain't actual, they be out here cap rappin' bout their part
Who said I couldn't be the playa
Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right, true
Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe
Caramel complexion,
Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right, true
Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe
Caramel complexion,
H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick, cuz she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond
dollar business
Black and brown
Cattle
That white men
Handle
Don't fall fall
For the okiedoke
Or slip on a
Scandal
Cut out the
Drama
Cut out the
Cancer
'cause we rarely see the proof
Of justice for the black boy some cop didn't mean to shoot
Out of fear that they're weapon strapped, the pot calling
Cut out the lagger, never have me in black and actin' a nut
Say what you said again, you 'bout to do what?
Nigga I'm
I'm two up
Well ain't that
I keep enemies on me like we in Rez fuck it, I don't need no rest, shoot it, take
It less aim at his head, I'm going to die by respect
Money
Come get some of this
A, a, a
We can roll a spliff
A get away
Out the way
Sit back and take a sip
Of this Dusse of the Rozay
Grab and parlay
Grab
into
The casket safe within the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out
And growling
Slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is
are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall
to shoot like a marble black floor
Bloody something like a hacksaw
And then we stash a couple gats in the bag because we at war
Pistol whip some of these
of shooters, We don't shoot in crowds
Catch you at the house, I know How to flush u out
Yea I gotta chopper but that Thang don't make a sound
And that thang
another lie
Now I know I gotta stand on my own two
Tell us don’t move or they gon shoot
Why this gotta be something our people go through
Are you really
I move for 'self, only me and my steel
Cause shit is real and leary niggas will rat you out
Get under pressure by the jakes when they smack 'em out
strong an we black on,
green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone,
tornados flows, blow away my foes,
hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes,
a fleeing conscience
I'm just out here spending money like I'm being sponsored
I'm just on my Philly crime shit, my ice cold Jack Frost mind
My black
fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin
The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin
If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin
Young
team
Fifteen and sixteen, thats a young Mars with a big dream
Black jeans black, hoodie on they might shoot me for the color of my skin tone
Lean back,
Just Do It, (just do it), just do it
(Live long, stay strong, just do it)
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I get attacked by a wack marine rap machine
Or some
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