Black History Month

Baldhead bitch, I'm stunting like my daddy (uh)
Freestyle, hole in one, somebody get the caddy (uh)
Dumb Asian bitch, blonde bitch like Maddy (uh)
They just hold the drugs, know a nigga need them black ones
Bro a shooter, pulled up in some black 1's
He trying to put a nigga up, thumbtack sum
I'm just trying to put him to sleep, whoop his ass or sum
He like "Fuck that", somebody hold him back or sum

I done made a hundred bands, and I went and ran through them
I had to double back and go see how my bands doing
I keep percussion, drums and sticks like a band student
I had to flex to remember how my mans doing
Damn shame, I'll do better when it benefit
Fan behavior, trying to jump me get ya melon split
Street nigga, ain't no movement in the middle bitch
If I ever rap about it then I did the shit

Yeah, two words
Watch this
The kid from the country, city and hood gone pop shit
You niggas in denial
Running out of material cause all your shit built on lies
Ain't no peace in this muhfucka like "Lord of The Flies"
Ain't got to prove nun to y'all niggas
Grew up poor, my drawls was getting way too small nigga
Now I get an extra size bigger for my balls nigga
Rest in Peace to X, y'all bout to see me lift off nigga

I came from the muddy and sticks
I can't trust a soul, like I know buddy a bitch
I know buddy a bitch, and he run to the Feds
If that nigga blink funny, put some funds on his head
If they blink more than once, put a gun to his head
Someone watching, you can front for the fans
You can front for the gram, I know you bitch nigga
My clip don't lift to revolve, ain't no stick nigga
Nah, I ain't worried bout y'all, bunch of Lil Teccas

Shimmy, shimmy-yae
If I move the right way, they gone get rid of y'all
Can't get my hands dirty, still got to be human in my heart
Cause if I lose it you niggas is T.I. "Dead and gone"
Dawn of the dead, the walking dead
Move around with a hardened heart
Might Rico you niggas while the car parked
I embarked on trails you never would
These niggas ain't BGChain, boy they going wood
See we ain't evil and mean, nah we misunderstood
I hope you really take the chance to see what it means to be a black man
But if you can't? Ain't shit to talk about, ain't finna stunt
This where it ends, I got to go cause it's Black History Month



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Writer(s): David Seals
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