Again
Im transcended
Im black and im lifted
Im black in a system thats strapping up niggas
Turn the ignition i got an ambition
Yeah I'm a musician its crazy tho aint it
No competition they need more practice
Yall need to hear this on radio stations
I write my lyrics on scrolls in a palace
Speaking prolific to uphold the balance
We are the nearest to holding the chalice
Feeling like Beerus when he owed a challenge
This beat is delicious i eat it with salad
But let me get back to the matter at hand
Cuz my brodie is mad and im madder than him
I keep on talking they dont understand
Put yo knees to his neck yall killing that man
Yall killing that man yall did it again
Yall did it again and yall did it again
Again and again and again and again
Yall making patients and mine running thin
Drew came thru with a pad and a pen
Boutta put a fire to the flags of Confederate
Soul of a warrior, rhymes like a Veteran
MJay sent me the beat so i stomped it
Down to the sediment, fuck do you mean
That you know who you better than, you ain't shit
If you judging my melanin, you ain't shit
Life sucks and her titties are tough
If you really want diamonds then you gotta get rough
Cause this world put the pressure on ya, real fast
Put the petal to the metal on ya, real gas
And i aint got the time for them bitches
Streets put a clock on them hoes
As for the pigs with the badge same goes
Aint afraid to go Queen and Slim on these hoes
Gotta calm down cant find my zen
Same shit happening again and again
Im black and im lifted
Im black in a system thats strapping up niggas
Turn the ignition i got an ambition
Yeah I'm a musician its crazy tho aint it
No competition they need more practice
Yall need to hear this on radio stations
I write my lyrics on scrolls in a palace
Speaking prolific to uphold the balance
We are the nearest to holding the chalice
Feeling like Beerus when he owed a challenge
This beat is delicious i eat it with salad
But let me get back to the matter at hand
Cuz my brodie is mad and im madder than him
I keep on talking they dont understand
Put yo knees to his neck yall killing that man
Yall killing that man yall did it again
Yall did it again and yall did it again
Again and again and again and again
Yall making patients and mine running thin
Drew came thru with a pad and a pen
Boutta put a fire to the flags of Confederate
Soul of a warrior, rhymes like a Veteran
MJay sent me the beat so i stomped it
Down to the sediment, fuck do you mean
That you know who you better than, you ain't shit
If you judging my melanin, you ain't shit
Life sucks and her titties are tough
If you really want diamonds then you gotta get rough
Cause this world put the pressure on ya, real fast
Put the petal to the metal on ya, real gas
And i aint got the time for them bitches
Streets put a clock on them hoes
As for the pigs with the badge same goes
Aint afraid to go Queen and Slim on these hoes
Gotta calm down cant find my zen
Same shit happening again and again
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Writer(s): Michael Jackson
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