Tell me that you call that rapping
No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
Don't believe that shit that we've been fed
That outnumber infinity
Mama made her pretty
That reminds me of that day
Hit you from a block away
It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black
So use that black eye to remember that,
I'm standing on the field full of land mines
Nothing that stands out nothing that shines
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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