Black lyrics

by

Jeremih


[Intro]
Yeah, you 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 sh*t
I gotta embrace my power

[Chorus]
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 Perkys, sippin’ lean
'Til my mind told me stop or you ain't gon' have anything, anything
You ain't gon' have anything, yeah
You ain't gon' have anything
My mind told me stop or you ain't gon' have anything

[Verse]
I know for my n*ggas I'd do anything
Cause I love 'em, I won't take credit for anything
I know n*ggas that's gon' take credit for everything
n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 n*gga in class
I was the one who stood out in assemblies
I seen my n*ggas die before my eyes
So I'm the last n*gga to show you some sympathy
c*ck my sh*t back, blow it 'til it's empty (bow bow bow!)
And I commit murder if you attempt me
f*ck b*tches, leave 'em, make 'em resent me
b*tch, I'm a sinner, I'm not repenting
God forgive me for my sins, but you know just where I been
Give a n*gga the whole thirty, amen
Probably shot a n*gga and forgot, f*cking with them Xans
If you ran, got shot in the back for playing
Shouldn't of 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, f*ck n*gga, 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, thirty on 'em now
I can't break a sweat, b*tch, thirty on me now
You see what's on my neck, b*tch? Thirty on me now
Diamonds look like blaow!
Got your b*tch wanna f*ck me now
Thirty hit like blaow!
Army sh*t like Colin Powell
I went to Bouchet, I ain't go to Powell
Me and shawty f*ck, we was running wild
And big bro just beat two bodies
Still ain't sh*t then get you bodied
And I got on Chanel deodorant, I might pull up in Maserati
I rap street sh*t like I'm Hov on 'em, still go fast like kamikaze
And I go move to any state, keep foreign sh*t in my garage
That mean I might be me, you not, you want me, b*tch? Bring my deposit
[Outro]
Ay, G Herbo
You already know what the f*ck it is, man
"Humble Beast,” swervo, you know?
This record man, I'm tryna go down in history
If I ain't gon’ be the greatest, I don't even wanna do this sh*t
For'real, like for'real, for'real
That's why, ya know what, they ain't no fly by night sh*t
I don't want n*ggas to feel like, ya 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 n*ggas to know
You not f*ckin with me
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