Lyrics:
get paid."
No one can understand me - the black sheep
Outcasted from my family, now packin heat
I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
always me making Hits always
'Cause I am a hit maker wanna see me play
Every single song is on the charts today
Made by Joey that’s me Fabü
My moniker I
grown up
Ten a key now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
I'm ridin' through da A, I don't know where da turn
unbaptized
They telling whack lies
And talking down on black lives
That’s why I try supporting black owned businesses, my raps try
To tie this all together
heathens
Pleading, give the kids
Something to believe in
Let them know a young
Black male can succeed in
Today's society
Live in sobriety
Remember you ain't
but it's gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You
directly affects them, I can’t fucking stand it!
[01:13.37] Let that black king grow, let our black queens live!
[01:16.87] Let that black king grow, let
Like they shifting keys,
Of the black stuff,
I enter a space,
Where, I command control,
Like I'm shifting keys,
On a MacBook Pro,
See man clout up,
By
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
five of all time with the live show
I walk up on the hands of people like a tight rope
And sold out key arena five times with my eyes closed
Whose
thinking of me
Living low key, Living low key
Living low key you thinking of me
I Drop eight in a fanta
I pop pills by the half full i Smoke ganja
I random
stand together that's the key and
When we fight, we’ll stay planted and standing strong just like a tree
We gotta make em hear us and feel us by shouting
to the Lamborghini
Florida keys on the beach
You know i'm dreaming of you genie
Freakem dress show the peach
Shake that money maker she fasho with it
Keep my eyes
the truth is in my reprise
They just scared cuz Cri Text and Evil Money on the rise
The black album of rap Cri's back and on the attack
The mill hat and skull
Meet my maker
But lord I pray
That the gun jam in the hands of the slave master I mean racist policeman
You got to protect the Black Woman and Black Man
(let's go)
[Chorus: x4]
[Marsha]
We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't going, we
feelin' yourself
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
Crops with the prose where cops won't
to house on god
I had to make me sum money
Couldn't play by the rules
I had to do what I do
Makin' money on daily
Miko he not tryna lose
I got these black
the contacts
Keys for the unlock
Money keep buying
Long live Tupazz, my name
Yea do shit for the bag
Yea do shit for the fame
Don't you have no shame for shit
grown up
Ten a key now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
I'm ridin' through da A, I don't know where da turn
to fire
Only the ghetto Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker
Thunder breaker send these toys to the undertaker
My pen smoking like a rude boy from
a couple tools
You spoke the earth into existence, no auto tune
More than auto tune, more than minor key
'Cause I've been missing all the notes
In
a plate, anybody seen the scale?
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and my Jordan's light
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
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