| Yeah that’s on the regular
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| Smokin' the gas on the regular, man
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| Word
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| Sippin' on Hen, that’s the regular
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| Pissy sofas, sharin' food with roaches, uh
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| I’m gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a bitch
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| Left me where hopeless don’t exist
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| And every neighbor got a fence
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| With bars and windows, my mom’s slavin' for the rent
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| Throwin' dices, GT dyno pool
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| Where you hang, we shootin'
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| You slip, we stiffin'
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| Creative Crippin', uh
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| Bitches stoppin' traffic
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| This the type of shit that make the MAC a classic
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| Reason I’m a pussy magnet
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| She learned to carry package
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| Been the best at rappin', uh
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| Am I this Vegas?
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| Your favorite rapper broke, he don’t get this paper
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| But claim he got a kilo, been born in '93 though
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| He tryna fool the people
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| Maaaaaan
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| The joke’s on you, mothafucka
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| The loc is on you, mothafucka
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| I warned you, it’s karma
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| Black thoughts and marijuana, it’s karma
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| Black thoughts and marijuana, it’s karma
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| Black thoughts and marijuana, it’s karma
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| Ain’t nothin' changed but the change
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| Let’s put our brains away from gangs
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| Crips and Bloods the old and new slaves
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| Shit we even changed our names
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| Trying something, new shame while we bang
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| But yo, y’all ain’t hearin' me
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| My homie facin' life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy
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| But… you keep your eyes in that dark
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| Your mind, it greys your heart
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| I wrote these rhymes days apart
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| Most of us caught before we can expand our thoughts
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| How your grandmother see your corpse?
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| How your big homie make your life a book?
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| Left you for dead cause he ain’t need you, right
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| But I’m gon' fade him, right
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| Let’s put the rags down and raise our kids
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| Let’s put the guns down and blaze a spliff
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| Let’s do it now, ain’t no buts or ifs
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| It took a Blood to get me Pringle chips
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| You can learn to fly or take the ladder
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| Real nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides
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| Man
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| The joke’s on you, mothafucka
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| The loc is on you, mothafucka
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| I warned you, it’s karma
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| Black thoughts and marijuana, it’s karma
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| Black thoughts and marijuana, it’s karma
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| Black thoughts and marijuana, it’s karma |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black THougHts , by - ScHoolboy Q. Song from the album Blank Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп