Black Supremacy (feat. Chef Blue Magic & Shaunthadon)

TDF Vs the world

Fucked that bitch and left my chain
Don't front bitch know I keep my thing
Fuck that bitch and fuck her friend
Once I hit, I hit again
And she say she love the gang
Flip a pack and then maintain
It's TDF, that's gang, gang, gang
I fucked that bitch and left my chain
Don't front bitch know I keep my thing
I fucked that bitch and left my chain
Don't front bitch know I keep my thing

Left my chain on the dresser
Ain't nothing changed, just the message
Getting brain, I don't stress her
Getting brain, I don't stress her
Get detained on the stretcher
Can't contain so much pressure
Catch a stain, not a lecture
Feel my pain, Dr. Lecter
Bring out the choppa and run like a slave
The Baguettes on my neck, they ain't shinin' the same
It's TDF, we ain't rhyming the same
George Floyd, he aint dying in vain
Reach out, I would die for my gang
Fuck peace now, I would die for my race
We free now, you could die for this chain
You could see now I would die for this change
Don't blame me, I'm like Jay-Z
White supremacists hate me
Fuck ya bitch, my dick 8' 3"
Pause, but crackas tried to play me
I'm back on the block with no A.C
Getting top from lil baby
VVS be looking crazy
I keep cooking, if it's 80
Somerville, New Jersey time, I remember on the interstate
Juicia Rose getting out her clothes, don't remember what was on the dinner plate
Told her hold on, gotta get home, to my baby worried cause the chicken late
Left my new chain at my boo place, but, Ima get that shit a different day

Fuck is y'all taking bout
Fuck is y'all talking bout

I been fighting for years
Wars and battles
Got the scars
I could show em off
Just need a model to throat me off
Ima keep popping shit
Whether you like it or not
Why would I stop?
This the one life I got
Hailed from the tropics
So I'm spitting hot shit
Gimme 2 years
Ima buy back the block
Been saving on plotting
Manifesting my profits
Look
This whole thing ain't as hard as it seem
Making cheddar, set apart for your cream
Lemme show you the ropes
Keep up baby, when fucking
A young boss
Like me
What you on me for?
Just to trap get your paper long
Don't hold me close
Ain't here to juxtapose
Want provolone
Money follow with greed
That's why I take all my winnings with ease

Don't freeze up
This your shot
We worked hard for everything we got
So ball out baby
We on top
Shining diamonds, ain't no props
My new Bajan bitch is gorgeous
She wanna flex all day cause I bought it
Look how she flex that thing, she flawless
By the way I talk, she knew I'm balling
By the way I talk, she knew I'm balling



Credits
Writer(s): Adaku Owensby
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