Black

Yeah Y'know if you wonder why I ever tell y'all Yeah, or whatever I'm on, you know what I'm saying, in the studio I'm just, I just gotta tell y'all my move, when I'm on some boss shit I gotta embrace my power, yeah I had to go black for a moment, no IG I wasn't in these streets Man, I couldn't tell my friends from enemies It was all good, I was off them Perky's, sipping lean 'Til my mind told me stop, or you ain't gon' hide anything Anything You ain't gon' hide anything, yeah You ain't gon' hide anything My man told me stop, or you ain't gon' hide anything I know for my niggas I'd do anything 'Cause I love 'em, I won't take credit for anything I know niggas that's gon' take credit for everything Niggas always take from you, ain't give you anything, them your enemies I done so much in these streets that I been a G I just might kill me a nigga off Hennessy I think I might be too real for the industry And when I die, I just hope they remember me I was the flyest lil' nigga in class I was the one who stood out in assemblies I seen my niggas die before my eyes So I'm the last nigga to show you some sympathy Cock my shit back, blow it 'til it's empty (baow, baow, baow!) And I commit murder if you would tempt me Fuck bitches, leave 'em, make 'em resent me Bitch, I'm a sinner, I'm not repenting God forgive me for my sins, but you know just where I been Give a nigga the whole .30, amen Probably shot a nigga and forgot, fucking with them Xans If you ran, got shot in the back for playing Shouldn't have moved, I'm just saying, that wasn't part of the plan Boy, don't front your move, watch what you saying That might be his man, running your mouth Then wonder why they shot up your house Open your mouth, fuck nigga, you a man or a mouse? Family always calling me 'cause I'm the man of the house In a sense of emergency, I've got a man in route, .30 on 'em now I can't break a sweat, bitch, .30 on me now You see what's on my neck, bitch? .30 on me now Diamonds look like blaow Got your bitch, wanna fuck me now .30 hit like blaow Army shit like Colin Powell I went to Bouchet, I ain't go to Powell Me and shawty fuck, we was running wild And big bro just beat two bodies Still ain't shit then get you bodied And I got on Chanel deodorant, I might pull up in Maserati I rap street shit like I'm Hov on 'em, still go fast like kamikaze And I go move to any state, keep foreign shit in my garage That mean I might be me, you not, you want me, bitch? Bring my deposit Ay, G Herbo You already know what the fuck it is, man Humble Beast, swervo You know? This record man, I'm tryna go down in history If I ain't gonna be the greatest, I'on even wanna do this shit For real, like for real, for real That's why, y'know what, they ain't no fly by night shit I don't want niggas to feel like- y'know what I'm saying? I'ma stay as humble as possible, I'm as humble as they come, you know? But in all actuality I just want niggas to know, you not fuckin' with me