2202 (feat. ALLBLACK)
Yeah, much anticipated, highly hated
We ain't trippin' off that, this the moment I always waited
Come on
Yeah, n***a on Twitter told me he was dreamin' bout
A Stunnaman02, and ALLBLACK song
Well guess what, it's real life
N***a we STILL WINNIN
Yeah, talented but I'm a scrappy n***a
Ayy, way you talkin' bout me, you should at me n***a
Ayy, bitch, think it's sweet cause I'm a happy n***a
Well shit, ayy, let me tuck my tender side
Every time I touch a beat, it feel like it's a genocide
N***a, chill out with that brother shit, you never been no kin of mine
Way you talkin' bout me, it's no way you been a friend of mine
And the way you n****s fakin', man, I'm startin' to get desensitized
Brother turned to a opp, it's finna be a family side
My Haitian taught me how to bust a strap, aim it from the side
Pillow talkin' on your man's a flag, get 'em penalized
Skyscraper in the Apple, got me feelin'
Civilized
With a white girl that look like Stevie from the Parkers
My whole team disciplined, we led by Coach Carter
Stunna killed the beat, we had to put it on the charger
I'm the type to dog that bite shit, I'm not a barker
N****s say he wanna line it up, now I'm a barber
N****s say he dyin' for his block, now he a martyr
When I was young, they tried to cook me in the beef, I'm thinkin' farther
I was comin' off the bench, and now they label me a starter
The neighbor hate my guts, cause I be fuckin' on his daughter
Punchin' n****s out, I'm ALLBLACK The Embosser
Autographin' titties with a black Sharpie marker
Ballin' with the Ghosts, throwin' dimes, I'm Ron Harper
Ayy, baby, I'm an icon, imbedded in my ions
Fabric cut different, thermoplastic, this nylon
My crip patna the love blue so much, he copped the scion
Before they push me out of bounds, bitch, I'm jumpin' for the pylon
She tryna lay up and touch, I'm not Omarion
Clip on this chop longer than a python
I was him when Beyonce dropped Darion
Check my first hundred thousand at the Vagabond
Run up on O2, your legs gon' get decapitated
Free all my Africans, I hate that they incarcerated
Wit black, we lookin' Melanated winnin' so we celebrate it
They used to call us dusty, black and shiny, bitch, we elevated
We ain't trippin' off that, this the moment I always waited
Come on
Yeah, n***a on Twitter told me he was dreamin' bout
A Stunnaman02, and ALLBLACK song
Well guess what, it's real life
N***a we STILL WINNIN
Yeah, talented but I'm a scrappy n***a
Ayy, way you talkin' bout me, you should at me n***a
Ayy, bitch, think it's sweet cause I'm a happy n***a
Well shit, ayy, let me tuck my tender side
Every time I touch a beat, it feel like it's a genocide
N***a, chill out with that brother shit, you never been no kin of mine
Way you talkin' bout me, it's no way you been a friend of mine
And the way you n****s fakin', man, I'm startin' to get desensitized
Brother turned to a opp, it's finna be a family side
My Haitian taught me how to bust a strap, aim it from the side
Pillow talkin' on your man's a flag, get 'em penalized
Skyscraper in the Apple, got me feelin'
Civilized
With a white girl that look like Stevie from the Parkers
My whole team disciplined, we led by Coach Carter
Stunna killed the beat, we had to put it on the charger
I'm the type to dog that bite shit, I'm not a barker
N****s say he wanna line it up, now I'm a barber
N****s say he dyin' for his block, now he a martyr
When I was young, they tried to cook me in the beef, I'm thinkin' farther
I was comin' off the bench, and now they label me a starter
The neighbor hate my guts, cause I be fuckin' on his daughter
Punchin' n****s out, I'm ALLBLACK The Embosser
Autographin' titties with a black Sharpie marker
Ballin' with the Ghosts, throwin' dimes, I'm Ron Harper
Ayy, baby, I'm an icon, imbedded in my ions
Fabric cut different, thermoplastic, this nylon
My crip patna the love blue so much, he copped the scion
Before they push me out of bounds, bitch, I'm jumpin' for the pylon
She tryna lay up and touch, I'm not Omarion
Clip on this chop longer than a python
I was him when Beyonce dropped Darion
Check my first hundred thousand at the Vagabond
Run up on O2, your legs gon' get decapitated
Free all my Africans, I hate that they incarcerated
Wit black, we lookin' Melanated winnin' so we celebrate it
They used to call us dusty, black and shiny, bitch, we elevated
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Gomes
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