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- Chat up your lookin off your knee pad
- While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
- Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
- Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track
- The third one is mixed, white and black
- The bummer is the fact that I'm black
- The Jager in my cup is licorice black
- It's Blacc Friday and I'm glad to be black
- Shades dark as fuck so all I see is black
- While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
- Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
- Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track
- They napped and slept on me, man, I hate black
- Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad
- And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack
- Imma need to know now can a brotha crack
- But since Mark put a nigga on that lily track
- Greed written on her face when I bought her first bag
- And daddy's in the Cadillac
- So as soon as I hear y'al on some real pro black
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- Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a Kool Aid pack
- Try to jack and I will attack
- Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack
- St. Louis, Detroit, Chi town, Nap
- Twista finna get up on the track
- In the back of a Chevy that’s all black
- Track and field with the birds, I’m running em like track
- I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as Shaq
- Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad
- Undefeated GS and a t shirt and my Leaders hat
- Thats the end of my speech, I'm a need you to clap
- ?all white but the Phantom is all black
- Dead faces keep my money in a body bag
- When I was starving now it's payback
- Can't win with a passive attack
- Two times for the chicks with the right bag
- Shit, that Birkin bag make the old dude mad
- Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all black
- I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat
- To getting rich off a dream, I throw it the bag
- Know what I do: manufacturing crack
- Sold Sega games, his cousin sold crack
- Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack
- Like my old prom suit that I wore with the tag
- Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat
- Like Bobby had Whitney we was cooking up crack
- But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track
- Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap
- I don't know why I'm even on this track
- And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack
- I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
- I don't know why I'm even on this track
- I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
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