Ghetto Black Music

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Follow the leader, if you need assistance, call a preacher
I forgot about your last hit, I got amnesia
Deck of cards, deal a great hand that make you fold
Just because it's yellow that don't make it solid gold
Walk down my brick road, look at all this war I see
Toto is cat food, I'm finger fuckin' Dorothy
I want a black Porsche, I'm stuck with this bus pass
Plus it's gonna expire if I don't get a buck fast
Fuck a roll of quarters, fuck a Ramen noodle
Fuck a real reporter, give a mama all these voodoo
I got friends on the other side of town
Where the hookers'll give you head and dead for a crack vial
I don't listen to thеse rappers, they got wack stylеs
When I Barack, shit, I'm on my Democrat sound
Why you tannin', whitey? You wanna be black now?
Political Aas' Watergatin' niggas, man down

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, yeah, I hear what y'all sayin'
But me, I'm on that broke shit, chain gold plated
And yeah, I'm on that real shit, growl when I say it
And yeah, you wanna doubt me, but can't when you play it
So no, I don't feel you, no, I'm not a fan
And no, I'm not your homeboy, no, we not fam'
It's a brand new beginnin', I'm packagin' up a grand
Racketeerin' this crack music, that ghetto black music

[Verse 2]
Uh, the pressure's on, I respond like I'm James Bond
Feel for you, Chaka Khan, just remain calm
If I ain't ether then my heat response is napalm
You reign at the stop ain't as insane as my brainstorm
Narcotic cocaine blow like propane
Ol' school Mortal Kombat, I'm Liu Kang
Resistance is futile, bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne
Bat signal in the air, time for new change
Suit and tie guy, Wall Street Robin Hood
Steal from the rich and get the poor people out the hood
Niggas is pussy nowadays but I doubt it's good
You don't hear me? Well, you motherfuckin' doubters should
You walk and talk like a ball player on strike
I live and breathe like a murderer, killer on sight
Nothin' but burnt down stages and tall mics
I may be a Bad Boy but bitch, I'm all nice

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, yeah, I hear what y'all sayin'
But me, I'm on that broke shit, chain gold plated
And yeah, I'm on that real shit, growl when I say it
And yeah, you wanna doubt me, but can't when you play it
So no, I don't feel you, no, I'm not a fan
And no, I'm not your homeboy, no, we not fam'
It's a brand new beginnin', I'm packagin' up a grand
Racketeerin' this crack music, that ghetto black music

[Verse 3]
Uh, uh, I need them jolly green giants in my checkbook
If skinny jeans is the trend, what's the next look?
I did it all from Paris to Times Square
And still I ain't got a dollar to buy me a nice pair
Plus I want a video vixen with nice hair
On my lap sayin', "Yeah, that's my spot, stay right there"
Beer bottles on the stairs where we come in this
Shed some tears, try to repair what we never fixed
I'm tryna see wealth, fuck bein' forever rich
I could buy forever for twenty billion and seven cents
So are you ready for a brand new gospel?
My Social Club ain't Muslim or Pentecostal
And ain't a hip hop cop that could lock
Down my snub nose rock when this trigger paw ain't cocked
Yeah, so say hello to the wolf
Never in sheep's clothin', I'm bringin' you the truth

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, yeah, I hear what y'all sayin'
But me, I'm on that broke shit, chain gold plated
And yeah, I'm on that real shit, growl when I say it
And yeah, you wanna doubt me, but can't when you play it
So no, I don't feel you, no, I'm not a fan
And no, I'm not your homeboy, no, we not fam'
It's a brand new beginnin', I'm packagin' up a grand
Racketeerin' this crack music, that ghetto black music