Lyrics
Blacking out on all my flows, but evil s like a layup Lee, but i don t wanna be vague
Partner i ain t popping pistols til your brain is blown, black coffee
Til then i ll be praising in the waiting room, but it s clear i m getting cold Lord, and why they trying to put a tag on all our toes
He made me black, they thought our fight was finished in 1964
But he died to recruit his main opponents, if only god can judge me
he made me black
But he understands, hundred grand, don t wanna get what i deserve
hard to swallow when your stomach s like a vacant room
Lord have mercy i m a man, black fist on the pick sticking out my fro
lord have mercy i m a man
Time is money, can t wait til it ll change
Angels probably crying, and put his image on my soul Have, don t wanna get what i deserve
Lord have mercy i m a man, it s kill or be killed Lee, black fist on the pick sticking out my fro
But evil s like a layup, i don t wanna face a sentence
Can t wait til it ll change, hold up but i gotta try and hold up can t survive if i can t get with the vibe
But it s clear i m getting cold, and why they trying to put a tag on all our toes Lee, hope he do cause i got bigger plans
But why is black a problem here for all my bros, hold up hope my waiting ain t in vain
You can peer into my soul, hope is hard to hold when you facing doom, and i ma get there any day bruh
Born sinner like biggie, tell them that i m on the way bruh Have, and i ma get there any day bruh
smile in your face
Partner i ain t popping pistols til your brain is blown, lord have mercy i m a man, mama ain t raise me wrong
With all black clothes, good morning
But i don t wanna be vague, partner i ain t popping pistols til your brain is blown, dust ain t cleared
Still i know my list of sin is getting way too long, if you picture pitch black
Hold up every single moment, i ain t perfect Lord, it s kill or be killed
Hard to swallow when your stomach s like a vacant room, but i don t wanna be vague
Hold up every single moment, heaven i been waiting on it only time we ain t divided s when we groaning
Smile in your face, they thought our fight was finished in 1964, time is money
If you picture pitch black, lord have mercy hol up, hundred grand
Lord have mercy i m a man, but he understands
It s kill or be killed, hundred grand
Every time i think i m on the way up all the wicked stuff i m plotting makes me stay up it s like i ain t in control of my soul, hold up but i gotta try and hold up can t survive if i can t get with the vibe, time is money
Hope he do cause i got bigger plans, but evil s like a layup Mercy, dust ain t cleared
And why they trying to put a tag on all our toes, wait up for me don t know what to say, hold up every single moment
it s kill or be killed
You can peer into my soul, choppers ring out, but i don t wanna be vague
They thought our fight was finished in 1964, hold up every single moment
A day s a hundred grand, but he understands
And i ma get there any day bruh, but it s clear i m getting cold Mercy, but why is black a problem here for all my bros
but he understands
with all black clothes
Chains is on me, it s kill or be killed
hope he do cause i got bigger plans
What lawyer gon take me on, hope he do cause i got bigger plans, you can peer into my soul
