BLACK MICHAEL JACKSON*
Some of my homies, they don't get involved (they don't get involved)
Some of my homies got lean in they gut (got lean in they gut)
Most of my homies, they been on the block (they been on the block)
Most of my homies gon' stay on the block (brrr)
When the sun comes down (sun comes down)
When the sun comes down, when the sun comes down
Guns come out
The guns come out (we outside)
Bitch, it's up and it's fucking stuck
I can't hold my niggas, they get bumped in a Bentley truck
I got something for 'em that they love
None of my niggas shook, all of my niggas get it out the mud
The Southside nigga when I'm outside, nigga, and we outside
And we outside, and we outside
We outside (we outside)
I'ma hide all of my fears all in the front
I'ma put all of my opps in the same place
That's not loud, that's body parts
Watch your head
Sitting outside, feeling alright and shit
Smoking all night, feeling all light and shit, ay (ay)
Fixing the vibe, fixing to fly the fuck (away)
Pushing the people aside, pushing the people aside
Shit isn't foreign to me
Four in the morning, I'm geeked
Pour on the floor and I'm lean
I buy my mama Celine
She always worried 'bout me
Talking like, "Jean, go to sleep"
Mama, I'm living the dream
Mama, I'm living the dream (ah, you take it all)
It's been so long
I'm dead, you're gone
It's wrong, I know
I'm mad at you
This is what I need, I'll take it all
This is what I need, I'll take it all
Some of my homies got lean in they gut (got lean in they gut)
Most of my homies, they been on the block (they been on the block)
Most of my homies gon' stay on the block (brrr)
When the sun comes down (sun comes down)
When the sun comes down, when the sun comes down
Guns come out
The guns come out (we outside)
Bitch, it's up and it's fucking stuck
I can't hold my niggas, they get bumped in a Bentley truck
I got something for 'em that they love
None of my niggas shook, all of my niggas get it out the mud
The Southside nigga when I'm outside, nigga, and we outside
And we outside, and we outside
We outside (we outside)
I'ma hide all of my fears all in the front
I'ma put all of my opps in the same place
That's not loud, that's body parts
Watch your head
Sitting outside, feeling alright and shit
Smoking all night, feeling all light and shit, ay (ay)
Fixing the vibe, fixing to fly the fuck (away)
Pushing the people aside, pushing the people aside
Shit isn't foreign to me
Four in the morning, I'm geeked
Pour on the floor and I'm lean
I buy my mama Celine
She always worried 'bout me
Talking like, "Jean, go to sleep"
Mama, I'm living the dream
Mama, I'm living the dream (ah, you take it all)
It's been so long
I'm dead, you're gone
It's wrong, I know
I'm mad at you
This is what I need, I'll take it all
This is what I need, I'll take it all
Credits
Writer(s): David Sanders, Raymond E Iii Brady
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