Matte Black

Beast mode

Hopin inna V slow
Wit a cheat code
All Matte black
Power to da peep ole
Breath slow
On some tree
Flown ta me
From Puerto Rico
I stayed a hunid blocks from da re-gul
Seguls and r-a-ts
Where we growed
I feed my ego
Forever he go
Like two ze-ros
A hero
Ain't
Nothin but a samach
Dat did damage
And handed
Pass
A 4 inch glass
Shit trash
If you ask me
But none did...
Since I was young kid
Bunk bids
Just around the corner
Tracy's and Joe's where niggas used ta function
Tryna scape dysfunction
Or consumption

From Of sumthin
Wicked
This way goes
Lake views at uncle O's
Been shown
Gettin stoned
Writing songs
Wit my flip flops on
Inna tip top dome
Gettin tip top dome
Brought the kids back on...
Up to minni
On no bullshit
I ain't...
Up ta any
Ain't spent a nadda dime time
Not a buck or penny
Took a hardaway
Alaway
Suede nubucked da pennies
Allah is in me
Just pay the ho-mage
You obliged ta gimme



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Writer(s): Leon Beverly
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