Blowin' smoke, all you niggas can croak I’m just a young black god in some dark black loc's As I rise... see the red in my eyes I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die Society failed in front of my eyes I swear I won't cry, can you just tell me why These fuckin' niggas hate, as if this shit is a surprise My niggas black out, crackhouse dope as hell The shit that we sell... to make our mail... Your minds too frail, plus you slow like snail I'm flippin' and rippin and tearin' 'em up and sendin' 'em straight to hell... Look into my eyes, human bodies are a shell Listen to my words falling deep within the well The smell... the aroma of the kush Symbolizes the life of death, the burning bush Take a look into the souls of the shook I stand still because my identity won't be took They got you penned down cause you won’t open the books So I slide in the space, no need to look I ain't no rook, liars lie with the crooks My castle will baffle all who look
[Hook]
It's pitch black and I'm ready to attack
It's pitch black, bitch we ready to attack
Coming with all the black gat
It's pitch black and we ready to attack
Two Phonkey for Planet Earth
[Verse II]
Chillin' in the corner with the all black on And I spot her from afar so in my mind it's on I just wanna get her home, bury bone and dog it She suckin' on my dick and she lick and swallow I'm pullin' on her hair like there's no tomorrow Put that pinky in the air before you drink it all though Next day she couldn't find me, I'm Waldo I'm on another planet, moving loads of cargo A nigga got soul, shouts out to Chicago And it's Children Of The Stars every place that I go
Bitch
Children Of The motherfuckin' StarsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
