Lyrics:
You a real one
Glad I found you like a Pilgrim
Black, beautiful, the type that I get chills from
And if you want something ask for it
You like a man
man, yellow man
Black man, white man, rip the system
Rip the system rip the system
Rip the system rip the system
Not a day goes by without terrible
Black eyed man he took the blame
For the poisoning of the well
They found this shoes by the pulley
They found his fingerprints all over the pail
same motherfuckers on the beat gettin' major pay
But when I get my check they takin' tax out
So, we payin' for these pigs to knock the blacks out
got my intellect in tact
I’m a G O A T and that’s a fact
I’m an inferno too
We savages and outlaws we don’t play by no rules
Man I know that we won't
I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was
others a chance
And for that, I'm so taken aback
Because you gave us all a voice, I have to say it for Jack
As a young black man seeing paper and crack
pussy boy, i'm sorry
If I left you all behind
It's for a reason, boy, i'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm really fuckin' sorry
Baby, only 'bout this
until uhuru
Send the message on like its D'angelo on Voodoo
Call me Damon John, it's for us by us like its FUBU
There's none too many fly
a man's craft
But just think before you laugh
About the money you're rakin in
There's young minds out there you're breakin in
Sorry, didn't mean a long
A cluster of wishes will become a new shining star! Become the path its light shines upon
A long time ago there was a certain man
That lived a life
know that work;
Weed-man - outta kush? then I'll blow that purp'.
Now it's a first-class flight for my first-class ass,
Got a bitch from the D' with some
Black eyed man he took the blame
For the poisoning of the well
They found this shoes by the pulley
They found his fingerprints all over the pail
My papa taught me how to be a man
My mama told two feet, you'll stand
My brother told me don't go in the can
If you black, then you really understand
stop sayin' it, it's stupid
You think that you so not racist
But you hatin' all my music
Just because I am a black man speakin' out in an old fashion
inside
Black men don't cry
Not a tear fall from my eye
Black man don't cry
All we do is get violent
Black man don't cry
Can't feel nothing me quiet
Black
You need a nigga with money, so you get a dope man
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She likes his car and he get with her
Got a black eye
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
They Come for the night
But they don’t spend the night
Peng black girls got to show them they’re leaders
Peng black girls we don’t never deceive them
America is being an
Honest black man in America
Sorry for the interruption, please continue
Sir Duckworth or Kung-Fu Kenny?
Got juice, got work, got
four percent (hey)
Look, I'm sorry we got us a lil' problem (yeah)
Monogamy not for the weak hearted (I know)
Told her I'd give her the universe
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
You need a nigga with money, so you get a dope man
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She likes his car and he get with her
Got a black eye
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