Lyrics:
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
takes is a good nigga
At the wrong time for a bad day
Like a black boy in a drive by
Couple mommas cried issa sad day
But that’s life for us in the inner
your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel
of Boone
It was our new beginning
It was our honeymoon
As we left town
Two days of marriage, underground
We were married in a garden
I could hear my parents
Wanna stand alone but I'm alone fo' a fuckery
All black, black ass nigga ridin' it fo' me
Trap on my hip and I'm bustin'
Soon as I see ya fuck western
The first rapper to take me out of
Context can expect a fuckin' calamity
This is much deeper than
Music or surface vanity
A soundtrack to bounce back
You
Definitely did take a long time
2020 been a sad year
Wasn't gon' even do this
But I think that y'all needed me after everything that been goin'
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know them whack poems get no play in our homes (nah, man)
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else
Hold me close
Taught never brag never boast
Lips sealed hold the boats
Compose quotes opposed to the comatose
The phonics is Powernomics
Til the day
go, just give me the whip
I ain't got time for the lip, just open the fence (uh-huh)
Let me go, I'll come back, I ain't got time to convince (uh)
go, just give me the whip
I ain't got time for the lip, just open the fence (uh-huh)
Let me go, I'll come back, I ain't got time to convince (uh)
better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Bro, call
family
So take me into your home
Buddy take me in as your next generation
And Ill take you out of the loans, ten million to one
The black market white
to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it
the Benzy
I can feel a breeze through the
Leaves when D's passin' me by
You can breathe you can bleed but please
Wrap me a nine on Black Christmas
I need
and comin' in five seconds
Givin' back shots patch box, fat knots
I rap hot, like black glocks
Disrespect this and get disconnected
Then sprayed like
all you bitches
It don't take players like me too long
To get bitches like you to let me take you home
I got the game from Oakland, California
I'm
Let me tell you a little bit about what it means to be Black in America:
Being Black in America means constantly being judged. By yourself, by
take the heart and soul out of a man
Out of a black man, in this country
And you don't wanna fight no more
And if you don't believe me, you can look
sugar
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Ah, it ain't over child
Your racing car
Raised by the boldness
You know you are
Your lips like cherries
!) to be my guiding force and truth.
(Home!) For some strange reason it had to be,
(Home!) he guided me to Tennessee.
(Home!) Take me to another
sight, the flight attendant catch fright
I sit down in my seat, 2C
She approach officially talking 'bout, "Excuse me"
Her lips curl up into a tight
, then just give me my own
hell back
so take me home
(to my empty refridgerator)
c'mon and take me home
(to a life in which I understand)
so take me home
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