This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Til I die I'mma fuckin ball
Black cards, black cars, Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's for?
No brakes, I need, State Farm
So many watches I need 8 arms
One neck but got 8 charms
Niggaas talkin, they Bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig latin, itch-bay
Last night ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert
Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, You just supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the doorman
Well that's cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, Well, I guess that's on one basis
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Til I die I'mma fuckin ball
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's for
Yall weed purple, My money purple
Yall Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah circle
I wrote the verse, That I hope will hurt you
Beat the odds, Best the Feds
It wouldn't be wise, To bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get rich
I'll show up in all white, Wearing no socks
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to move
It's looking like, I don't know how to lose
I'm winning again, I'm at the Wynn
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
Lucky lefty, I expect a 7,
I went through hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
I'm throwed And I stuck to the G-code,
I'm here, Oh yeah, I promise I ain't going nowhere,
Ok here, Like a hare, Like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having bunny ears,
Like broke, Like nope, Like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be stopped
2 seats in the 911 No limit on the black card
Told yall I was gonna go ham, To the ocean was my backyard
No lies in my verses, Please pardon all the curses
Shit gotta come some way, Fuck, when you growing up worthless
Middle finger to my old life, Special shout out to my old head
If it wasn't for your advice, A nigga would have been so dead
I'm living life, Til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, If these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, Trying to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
And I did all of this, Without a diploma
Graduated from the corner
For a mother***in fool if you wanna,
Street smart, And I'm book smart
Could have been a chemist, Cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, And I'mma stop when the hook start
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Til I die, I'mma fuckin ball
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
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