Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Ones , by - Che Lingo. Release date: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Ones |
| Black ones on my feet |
| Tryna stack my coins in peace |
| Hide my face, profile low |
| Change my number every week |
| I got bounties on my head |
| I got family I don’t see |
| Suffocating in my ends |
| I just need some |
| The mind is a battlefield |
| Niggas warring with themselves |
| Imagine how many man it killed |
| I store it in my cellular |
| Brain powers writing stories in my cell about |
| Man that aren’t mobile on the man of steel |
| Send letters for the capital |
| To buy an extra can for Mills |
| All cause they got caught by the blue |
| With a colored pack of pills |
| Injecting false money, tryna numb how that famine feels |
| We already picked that cotton |
| I don’t wanna see my fam in fields |
| My brudda said he’d do it for a chain but he’s running from the shackles |
| I pray I never see your face on that mantle |
| Black ones on my feet |
| Tryna stack my coins in peace |
| Hide my face, profile low |
| Change my number every week |
| I got bounties on my head |
| I got family I don’t see |
| Suffocating in my ends |
| I just need some time to breathe |
| Yeah |
| I just need some time to breathe |
| I just need some time to breathe, yeah |
| I just need some time to breathe |
| I just need some time to breathe, yeah |
| Pressure on the bread winner |
| How can the chef forget dinner? |
| (It get’s realer) |
| You ain’t a father if you let your kid starve |
| I’d rather get a 9−5 than be away from my kids |
| Is that £9 a week in jail worth taking the risk? |
| Well if the licks are half a milli, we be saying it is |
| Cause we don’t plan on getting caught so we think the plans exceptional |
| Now I’m in the can and my girlfriend won’t accept the call |
| My brudda said he’d do it for a chain but he’s running from the shackles |
| I pray I never see your face on that mantle, no |
| Black gloves on my hands |
| Stylie on my face |
| Workouts on my feet |
| Quiet in the car |
| The tires, them a screech |
| I’ve been thinking about that money and it’s finally in my reach |
| I’ve been thinking bout that money and it’s finally in my reach |
| Mike Skinner you can find me in the streets |
| There’s no shepherd near the bush when I’m hiding from police |
| There’s no weapon when they look |
| We don’t slide it under seats |
| They won’t let me off the hook, if I’m bait, we gon' see |
| Black ones on my feet |
| Tryna stack my coins in peace |
| Hide my face, profile low |
| Change my number every week |
| I got bounties on my head |
| I got family I don’t see |
| Suffocating in my ends |
| I just need some time to breathe |
| Whole mouth full of caps |
| Bruddas rally when I speak |
| Police, they got my friends |
| Yo them people are my g’s |
| Opposition on my name |
| Now my mum don’t get no sleep |
| And repeat, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat |
| Black ones on my feet |
| Tryna stack my coins in peace |
| Hide my face, profile low |
| Change my number every week |
| I got bounties on my head |
| I got family I don’t see |
| Suffocating in my ends |
| I just need some time to breathe |
| If I’m honest with you I’ve been having dreams |
| They’ve been flirting with me heavy, tryna get me in my sleep |
| I been dodging so much corn, I’m losing weight my mum can see |
| Burning weed and getting caught up in my thoughts and tryna cheat |
| Now she pregnant with my youth and there’s another mouth to feed |
| Man I don’t know what to do just like my pagans back on street |
| I’m dying to put this mash down and go and mash this p |
| If I die, that’s not a man down that’s a style on sheets |
| If I cry, and put my hands down and beg for life it’s weak |
| That’s police, and they just told a young black one to freeze |