Black On Black (Prod. Taz Taylor)

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We're truly our own enemy. Taz Taylor got that heat though. ---------- KKK don't mean shit, when niggas hang from they own noose Self hate Verse 1 First off, I talk white quote un-quote earn scratch in the 404 seen people scrap for that dollar like immigrants when that boat unload talk to me, got the same purpose graduated, n I hated workin' these part-time, slave labor low payin' jobs, that pain purchased this work ethic, now I'm straight hustlin' float the message, break the mold teach niggas, please educate hoes 'bout how deep all that hatin' goes I'm dark skinned, my girl light don't care what the rest of the world like y'all narrow minds, compared to mine like Caroline, I'm 3000 hairline, fractured, that bone that's holdin' a man back up don't think, online wit' the actors y'all wanna be famous, without the work put down, ya own race, race to the top of the internet, kill intellect niggas had meetings to be stupid, n the rules in effect you can have millions of niggas on Instagram, you still basic them thirsty clowns need Lasik, y'all POVs more twisted up than my laces fuck status quo, change the game raise smarter seeds, go places wait, everybody live by Twitter feeds, not a single book in y'all faces hangin' Hook Gotta say it, ya protests lookin' mighty weak (blacks all in them white sheets) white people don't give a fuck, all ya neighbors been enemies (blacks all in them white sheets) self-hate it get murderous, same color that hurdle is that trap house n they shootin' that college campus they hurtin' kids watch 'em make it, tear 'em down moved away from my hometown look at how far my light reach (blacks all in them white sheets) Verse 2 Yeah yeah gotta keep friends closer than enemies, same niggas, pull ya down right next to 'em nobody wanna see that clain glisten they plottin', to kill dreams none of them got in, hoes actin' sweet n' they rotten better watch yo back, don't wanna see ya boy get boxed in and my right hook on that Holyfield, I only got one ear so I just turn that side to the haters, cool I only got one fear, that I make sub-par, or mediocre, music fuckin' wit' y'all jokers imma levitate, my destination on higher ground, divine motives talkin' about gossip, gettin' cash losin' ya minds when bitches pass I'm in the corner, readin' a book just chill, none of this meant to last 'cause, the chick wit the biggest ass ain't got the brain that I need but, she givin' brain on her knees, same ones used to be queens my whole life used to be dreams I decided to make that shit work nightmares walkin' my block at night ain't no good reason to get hurt do I lock the door when my people close for God's sake, a nigga need to know 'cause preachin' about it behind the mic just ain't workin', feel that heat below we all hell bound Hook Verse 3 They prophesize to monopolize y'all attention spans ea

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