Black Dynasty
Yeah
Ohhh
On god baby
Yeah you ever seen a better king with a better dream
A veteran that turned his hope into a cheddar scheme
Once I awoke the fire spoke to me a better theme
The cash money had my hunger growing like apetamine
I was broke tryna find some dope that I could meddle in
In biker mode from all the bricks a nigga peddling
Man I was spotted I was posted I was settled in
Cake on every corner working niggas like it's Medellin
Man I was thinking bout the top mate yeah
Man I ain't have the time to shoot around on box crates
No monkey business I was moving with the top apes
Putting master locks on the calendars tryna lock dates
Nigga I got cake I love it all
Got the spirit of a hustler I bounce around like a rubber ball
I want it all the butter minks and the butter soft
Told you life is a bitch and that's the reason that I love her more
Man that's the reason that I swerve quick
And that's the reason that I'm dropping out all these lyrics like bird shit
The only reason I twist up weed and I curve spliffs
So I get lifted and take a seat where the birds sit
I spit a few thoughts in time yeah
My lyrics sting like the quills on a porcupine
I get you killed for them bills that you lost of mine
Big steel will make a nigga chill like a crossing sign
Your biggest lines ain't that respectable
Your shit is skeptical
Your shit is trash straight receptacle On top of the block on the hill I'll make a spectacle
When the glock is unlocked and it peel you'll be a vegetable
I'll bring it with the metal down
Before I trip and make the metal sound
Hush hush nigga settle down
If rap was a joke you'd be easily level clown
I'm back for that smoke I squeeze you'll be never found
Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty
I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me
I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be
That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see
Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty
I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me
I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be
That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see
Ayo his bitch on my dick cuz I get cream
So I keep my tool up in her face like this a motherfucking death scene
I'm bout my paper I respect green
So you know the colors in my pockets is the colors of the jets team
I'm flyer than a motherfucking plane up in a jet stream
Them older niggas say I'm balling like the nets team
I dotted niggas with them hawks that had them red beams
Blew through his oranges like colors of the mets team
So what you know was just a dead dream
I'll have my niggas stomp you to curves like motherfucking step teams
Leave you in a puddle like a motherfucking wet dream
Then throw the heat on em like a iron when it press jeans
See you's a dead feen that worried bout that low cake
Me I'm bout that powder that be whiter than a snowflake
I cook it up rock it down chop it on a cold plate
Hit the strip with it then start bubbling like the old mase
Cuz this a cold race that I ain't got no time for
That's why I'm taking niggas out like dinosaurs
I'm trying yall petty niggas steady trying to war
I be moving backwards I be steady trying to find that raw
I be slick all behind your whore
I got your chicken legs snapping like its chicken from the chinese store
And if you keep running out your jaw
I run up out the four and leave you niggas sipping through a fountain straw
Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty
I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me
I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be
That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see
Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty
I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me
I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be
That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see
Ohhh
On god baby
Yeah you ever seen a better king with a better dream
A veteran that turned his hope into a cheddar scheme
Once I awoke the fire spoke to me a better theme
The cash money had my hunger growing like apetamine
I was broke tryna find some dope that I could meddle in
In biker mode from all the bricks a nigga peddling
Man I was spotted I was posted I was settled in
Cake on every corner working niggas like it's Medellin
Man I was thinking bout the top mate yeah
Man I ain't have the time to shoot around on box crates
No monkey business I was moving with the top apes
Putting master locks on the calendars tryna lock dates
Nigga I got cake I love it all
Got the spirit of a hustler I bounce around like a rubber ball
I want it all the butter minks and the butter soft
Told you life is a bitch and that's the reason that I love her more
Man that's the reason that I swerve quick
And that's the reason that I'm dropping out all these lyrics like bird shit
The only reason I twist up weed and I curve spliffs
So I get lifted and take a seat where the birds sit
I spit a few thoughts in time yeah
My lyrics sting like the quills on a porcupine
I get you killed for them bills that you lost of mine
Big steel will make a nigga chill like a crossing sign
Your biggest lines ain't that respectable
Your shit is skeptical
Your shit is trash straight receptacle On top of the block on the hill I'll make a spectacle
When the glock is unlocked and it peel you'll be a vegetable
I'll bring it with the metal down
Before I trip and make the metal sound
Hush hush nigga settle down
If rap was a joke you'd be easily level clown
I'm back for that smoke I squeeze you'll be never found
Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty
I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me
I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be
That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see
Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty
I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me
I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be
That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see
Ayo his bitch on my dick cuz I get cream
So I keep my tool up in her face like this a motherfucking death scene
I'm bout my paper I respect green
So you know the colors in my pockets is the colors of the jets team
I'm flyer than a motherfucking plane up in a jet stream
Them older niggas say I'm balling like the nets team
I dotted niggas with them hawks that had them red beams
Blew through his oranges like colors of the mets team
So what you know was just a dead dream
I'll have my niggas stomp you to curves like motherfucking step teams
Leave you in a puddle like a motherfucking wet dream
Then throw the heat on em like a iron when it press jeans
See you's a dead feen that worried bout that low cake
Me I'm bout that powder that be whiter than a snowflake
I cook it up rock it down chop it on a cold plate
Hit the strip with it then start bubbling like the old mase
Cuz this a cold race that I ain't got no time for
That's why I'm taking niggas out like dinosaurs
I'm trying yall petty niggas steady trying to war
I be moving backwards I be steady trying to find that raw
I be slick all behind your whore
I got your chicken legs snapping like its chicken from the chinese store
And if you keep running out your jaw
I run up out the four and leave you niggas sipping through a fountain straw
Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty
I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me
I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be
That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see
Niggas wanna blow till its empty let's empty
I been down this road but still always they wanna tempt me
I lick a shot have it blowing like how the vents be
That nickle glock will be the only thing your friends see
Credits
Writer(s): Basil Osabu
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