Black
Bring all the gwap in the here
I need the gwap for real
I do no cap for real
When people be hanging with certain people
They don't know how to act for real
Fuck it
Don't give a fuck for real
Bout to roll me a Dutch and chill
Blah blah blah
Fuck what he said
My mind onto finer things instead
Fuck all the proverty
It's been dead
Ima make a way out without street cred
I'm rocking all black like I've been dead
I'm rocking all black like I've been dead
I'm slicing these beats like kill bill
With a mean ass that too chill
Observe these niggas
Im too real
Motherfucker can't handle
They can't deal
Don't judge on my appeal
Reality hit like an X pill Hallucinate
He see X-Men
And I'm rock all black like a damn pen
All my niggas got Glocks they savage
Better watch your mouth with that mannish
We ain't taking shit like a damn bitch
Leave your whole block in damage
Big boy blunts full of cabbage
Got it in stock like cabinets
I can't stop its a habit
Got the crowd jumping like rabbits
Like hey Doc
Wait
My only main goal is getting paid
Tryna eat good
Chic-fil-a
Overcome my miskates
Fuck niggas
They be hating
All bitches in the making
Cuz their mom raised them
Acting like your baby
They hate when I'ma murder the beat
When I work on a beat
This shit be a amazing
When you see me on the street Don't be speaking to me
I'll leave your ass faded
Uh
I need the gwap for real
I do no cap for real
When people be hanging with certain people
They don't know how to act for real
Fuck it
Don't give a fuck for real
Bout to roll me a Dutch and chill
Blah blah blah
Fuck what he said
My mind onto finer things instead
Fuck all the proverty
It's been dead
Ima make a way out without street cred
I'm rocking all black like I've been dead
I'm rocking all black like I've been dead
I'm slicing these beats like kill bill
With a mean ass that too chill
Observe these niggas
Im too real
Motherfucker can't handle
They can't deal
Don't judge on my appeal
Reality hit like an X pill Hallucinate
He see X-Men
And I'm rock all black like a damn pen
All my niggas got Glocks they savage
Better watch your mouth with that mannish
We ain't taking shit like a damn bitch
Leave your whole block in damage
Big boy blunts full of cabbage
Got it in stock like cabinets
I can't stop its a habit
Got the crowd jumping like rabbits
Like hey Doc
Wait
My only main goal is getting paid
Tryna eat good
Chic-fil-a
Overcome my miskates
Fuck niggas
They be hating
All bitches in the making
Cuz their mom raised them
Acting like your baby
They hate when I'ma murder the beat
When I work on a beat
This shit be a amazing
When you see me on the street Don't be speaking to me
I'll leave your ass faded
Uh
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Writer(s): Kamron Walker
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