My black skinny ass
Mama, my black skinny ass
My black skinny ass
Mama, my black skinny ass
You blessed this morning, man, you still black
Like the desert with no movement in it At night,
all that throw away,
you pain
Positain,
it's the stainless I seen beef without words,
my attitudes remain
Nameless,
bad attitudes Mixed with action,
it's a language
You a devilish acting dude But at your house,
you an angel
Mama got them books that I started Bootlegger,
hot spang table
Listening to them old foes cursing
Taking new fables on how they finagle
The hustle,
20 kids in a window Bagel,
hot water,
cornbread,
no bagels
Diabetes,
Kool-Aid,
no Faygo's Enough of that awful talk
Front porch,
they golden banger Smoking,
slinging,
drinking,
laughing,
having a good old time
Made the jump back to 28,
won't live to see 29 I was turning mountains when them white foes
Start getting time,
high skid,
lowest valleys Hot as Dallas or Cali,
don't fumble the challenge
Stay humble and balanced,
they want you to die They want you to live,
either way they make money
I fit from caskets and t-shirts,
all I get is rent From a criminal stunt,
they get paid from a prison
Stint,
for real,
the plot thickens and it gets bigger Culture appropriation,
we can't even ****
the word nigga,
and watch it closely How my boys and girls do,
cause anything that you create The world gon' think it's theirs too,
and not for you
My black skinny ass
Mama, my black skinny ass
My black skinny ass
My black skinny ass
My black skinny ass
My mama never taught us hate,
she taught us keep living
But in other households,
they hate us cause we living
I'm composed but living,
watching how these cameras expose it,
vivid
Feeling like a big truck driver whose road is slippery
Cause it's enough to make a brother wanna unload the semi
You sure that coming to America's the right decision?
I can't keep telling me to roll with Sydney
First 48, but I pull the 8, and roll with Sydney
Dre and Jimmy,
black love,
Pat Pouce and Remy Open your eyes,
choose common sense,
your skin is peony
Hated by many,
cause many men wanna hit me like 50
Your nipsey getting drunk and tipsy,
no more reasons against me
So simply don't tempt me,
try to channel the marlin and Marcus Garvey within me
But there's a hole in my heart and my stomach's empty,
flooding my kidneys
But Jackie,
Annie or Jimmy,
you're anything on anything,
this metal jacket ain't Fendi
Just because you black don't mean you with me
And just because you white don't mean you necessarily against me
I'm singing in hindsight,
in the present,
these iron sights is developed
Like pictures from 97,
I'm pitching,
buying and selling
Love,
life and laughter,
after we fix these problems
It's not as * the world,
2pocalypse not an author
Mom, you're my black skinny