BLACK lyrics

by

Nasty C


[Pre-Hook]
Yeah I talk to God at the crib
I don't really like to go to church
Why you boys talking 'bout my wave?
When y'all n*ggas don't know how to surf
f*ck all these n*ggas, they dead to me
I gave these n*ggas the recipe
Can't put the team into jeopardy

[Hook]
Black, black, I do this sh*t 'til it's black
I do this sh*t 'til it blacks
I do this sh*t 'til it's black

[Verse 1]
Eagle how you do it on your own?
I know fame prolly gettin' to your head
If I ever change for the bread
I know God prolly gon' leave me dead
f*ck all these n*ggas, they dead to me
I gave these n*ggas the recipe
Can't put the team into jeopardy
Black, black, I do this sh*t 'til it's black
I got my dawgs in the back
I put my dawgs on my snaps
I put the city on map
I carry it on my back
V comin' through with the bag
I do this sh*t 'til it's Plat'
You drop your sh*t and it's whack
I drop my sh*t and it lasts
I'm so ahead my time, aye
All you n*ggas stuck in the past
n*ggas tryna get me for their songs, can't even get me for the interview
Every time a n*gga drop a song, whole album sh*t sounds like it's interludes
What I'm about to fix
f*ck a Rolex, f*ck around and go cop a Omnitrix cause I'm '96
Ass titties, ass titties, all on my section boy I'm a 90's kid
This a bigger beast, different planet smokin' bigger trees
Remember dawg when they slept on me, now I'm up dawg countin' bigger cheese
Run a show, that's a bigger fee
Shane Eagle, that's a different niche
Know my dawgs they gon' ride for me, now my real dogs comin' off the leash
[Outro]
Yeah I talk to God at the crib
Yeah that's my homie where I live
Got a homie who owes me bread, pray to God they don't leave him dead

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