Lyrics:
the eyes
But listen, that's how it is
If you don't dig how I live
Motherfucka [unverified]
'Cuz everyday on the street
The black man is gettin' beat
Police
Chasing after money I could live without
Time kept passing by but didn't wait around
Tried to make it back, but couldn't turn around
Voices in my head, I
nowadays it's more than simply live and let live
A sedative, that's what these headcases need
Them rats'll get trapped soon as they taste the cheese
Black M.
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
(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
mouth’s a money maker, plus I'm a honey taker
I love the ladies more than Hugh Heff did
I know that sound crazy, just the truth shit
It's what it is
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
(Can't keep running away)
Triple Black Louis V's provided
By the Sudanese
Walking through the desert conversating like
It's you and me
Kanye shrug,
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
just stay black
That's life when you living just for crumbs
Fast life niggas went and got the funds
That's right, niggas made the money
Saying fuck them
the laser
Infrared fled big bread money maker
Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper
Big ballin' life taker for big caker
Ben Franklin, bank televancin'
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
young
It’s hard to black ball a money maker
You see we always made the money
The money never made us
He chose to sell drugs until
They come and take us
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
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
Fly to Singapore, one way that
Tell the pilot we got stacks on deck
Swear to God, it's hard out here for a
Young black man to live
If you don't do it
dying in my sleep: I don’t feel it
Always strive, never giving up
One life to live, we’ve got to live it up
And it’s all love, man let it breathe
When
gotta live wit regrets
Hov said that
Loyalty, money, power, respect
We out here movin' weight, just so we can flex
and niggas movin' dog food, just
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
Wants to live forever
Until they realize they
wont live forever
but almost everybody
wants to live forever
somebody body by that neighborhood party
now
an audience's whim
He lives by a code
Known only to him
And eh doesn't make money
to Buy watches and cars
Cause there's no time and no place to go
For a man
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
but I stand a man
And for as long as I can, as long as you permit me
Please give me the strength I need to live, bear with me, Amen
We each walk
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
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