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Black Habits II

 

Black Habits II

(앨범: Black Habits - 2020)


Black lungs off that black magic
Unsung lay in black caskets
Ain't no black nuns, we got black pastors
Earn funds off the black masses
We got black habits (Ayy, slow down, nigga, let's get up, bro)
We got black habits (You already know where I'm at, over here, bro)
(Nigga, why you always hanging around and ain't got nothing, bro?)
(Come through, my nigga, stop talking 'bout it)
Black drum, rhythm, black savage
Black labor on the black Sabbath
Their great is the black average
Imitating all our black talents, we got black habits
We got black habits
Listen

The flow that bounce, I'm the black rabbit
Boy, spit that flavor for their black palate
Provide dope shit for the black addicts
One step above in the black attic
Best of love to the black parents
That fight for the plight, singing black ballads
Pants hang low, we be black sagging
While our baby mamas steady black nagging
Bring a bag to the hood, black bragging
'Til the word spread, niggas get the black jacket
Twenty-one, young, and they black packing
War paint from their face on the black napkin
Final rites from the black chaplain
Still press in lines like what's black happenin'?
Run these streets with a black passion
Gotta grind 'til I wake up in a black mansion

Black lungs off that black magic
Unsung lay in black caskets
Ain't no black nuns, we got black pastors
Earn funds off the black masses
We got black habits
(Why didn't you give me that for the low then, my nigga?)
We got black habits
(I already told you, my nigga, chill)
Listen, black drum, rhythm, black savage
Black labor on the black Sabbath
Their great is the black average
Imitating all our black talents
We got black habits
We got black habits (Uh, listen)

Cinnamon color citizens get the bitter end
Of the stick every damn time, uh
Plenty young in the penitentiary
Filling up and they didn't do the damn crime, uh
Simeon didn't let it cease when he fired
He took the straw that hit a land mine, uh
Had everything money can't buy, uh
Stuck in the box like a pantomime, uh
Give me one, let me hit the blunt, get my dick up
And she gon' hop on it and slide, uh
Anytime a nigga feeling down, need a pickup
She put her mouth on it, hands high, uh
Thank you, Lord, for this liquor that she pouring on me
Feeling blessed on the Westside
Got a bad one up in my sheets
And a twelve-gauge on my bedside, uh

I'm from the dirt like a black radish
Homegrown like some black cabbage
Going home, need that black fabric
Gon' lay my head on this black mattress
We got black habits
We got black habits, yeah
Sipping wine out the black chalice
They get in line for this black phallus
Haters mad, they got black malice
'Cause I'm bound to retreat in the black palace
We got black habits
We got black habits

Uh, run this ball a hundred yards
When I say ain't no fun involved
I ain't bring you to this team to be Dr. King
Take a knee and on me, you won't run at all
At the press conference, you better high step and smile
I expect you to be grateful
And the next time you don't wanna answer a question
You better figure out something to say, fool
'Cause who you think paid for that suit you wearin'?
Or that new McLaren?
Or the car that your grandma drive?
Ain't you used to sharin'?
You could go back to not having a dime
Pulling up at the club and get in back of the line
Couldn't tell you enough how easy to be replaced
You should face the facts, another you in no time, it's showtime
If I may, that being said, I must say
You got me fucked up in the worst way
I been investing my checks since the first pay
So fuck this job, and fuck you too, motherfuck that car
And if you only knew you could be touched, you would watch your mouth
You need to sit your fat ass down
I guess you figured I was just another nigga with no options
Homie, you so toxic
I ain't tryna be a token up on the soapbox
But even when I do the speed limit, it's roadblocks
So lose my contact, and I'ma lose your contract
It's your loss, you're gon' lose beyond that
And you gon' lose your mind when you find out
The time is up for being blind, motherfucker

We got black sons running black canvas
J. Edgar Hoover killed the Black Panthers
Our black lives are a black challenge
They just leave us hanging in the black balance
We got black habits
We got black habits, uh
Black drum, rhythm, black savage
Black labor on the black Sabbath
Their great is the black average
Imitating all our black talents
We got black habits
We got black habits

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