Black Bandit

Backstage, working
Saying my talk ain't worth shit
Okay, perfect
Bout to see how much those words hit
You say I'm damaged
Hmm, big misunderstanding
Head down hoodie on Black klansman
Out here robbing bigots like a bandit
Ay, listen
When I shoot my shot I ain't missing
That girl, she cute
But I can't make her my miss's
Can't play gotta handle my business
Food on my plate that I gotta finish
I love big booties,
But you won't see me ass-kissing
Anytime you see me on the floor
Just know that I'm laying 2 x 4
Anytime you see me on my knees
Just know that I'm praying to the Lord
If you think you got the best of me
Your thoughts are truly misinformed
And I know there's no guarantees
So I'm always making room for more
More of this, more of that
She call me a dog gotta beat the cat
If you give me love you won't get it back
Got love for myself a solo act
Colored boys sit in the back (nah)
Uno game, reversing that (yea)
That's why I can't never be seen in last
Heads up, shoulders back,
First Class Harlow, Jack
I'm watching the field like a soldier
Keeping my notes in a folder
Game of life got the controller
Switching up like I'm bipolar
Imma never let you get the best of me
Back to the basics, count to three
Cheap talk ain't my cup of tea
But my enemy's my favorite company
Backstage, working
Saying my talk ain't worth shit
Okay, perfect
Bout to see how much those words hit
You say I'm damaged
Hmm, big misunderstanding
Head down hoodie on Black klansman
Out here robbing bigots like a bandit
Solo grinding on the dance floor
Show's about to stop, makes you scream encore
They don't understand, they can't want it more
But I know they control my life they keep the score
Shoot straight,
I ain't got no time to chase her
Certified heart breaker
I won't do you no favors
Focused on my paper
Living in a world of traitors
Like every bitch got faker
And all my homies turned to haters
Some of y'all be tweaking
Hooked on lies you fiending
Man I need many reasons
Why y'all change like seasons
Man that shit's deceiving
Everybody's got they demons
But everybody's not bleeding
For those n- that be cheating
You lucky you breathing
Fuck y'all who don't know what I'm on
Reppin' something that will take me beyond
I want the gold, fuck the silver and bronze
Hoodie on, rest in piece Trayvon
Martin
The way y'all live's alarming
Time to change departments
Fuck the bench I'm starting
Time to a kill villain like Spartan
Who's gotta win, me
Y'all had no faith you didn't believe
I bet on myself cause I know I'm gon' be
Everything that I said I'd achieve
Cover your mouth when you sneeze
Y'all be negative bad-disease
Please be careful when you step up on me
Cause I don't wanna see another dead on the street
Backstage, working
Saying my talk ain't worth shit
Okay, perfect
Bout to see how much those words hit
You say I'm damaged
Hmm, big misunderstanding
Head down hoodie on Black klansman
Out here robbing bigots like a bandit
Solo grinding on the dance floor
(Black klansman, b- bandit)
Show's about to stop, makes you scream encore
(Out here robbing bigots like a bandit)
They don't understand, they can't want it more (B- bandit)
But I know they control my life they keep the score
(Out here robbing bigots like a bandit)
Solo grinding on the dance floor (B- b- bandit)
Show's about to stop, makes you scream encore
(Black klansman, b-bandit)
They don't understand, they can't want it more
But I know-
Head down hoodie on black klansman
Out here robbing bigots like a bandit
Backstage, working
Saying my talk ain't worth shit
Okay, perfect
Bout to see how much those words hit
You say I'm damaged
Hmm, big misunderstanding
Head down hoodie on black klansman
Out here robbing bigots like a bandit



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Delano Roberson, Jadon Delano Roberson
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