Black Kings (feat. Babyface Ray)

Oowee, oowee (Codeine cowboys, man) This shit real, nigga I don't know about if it is for you, but I know about me It's rainin', he lookin' at the ghetto from out the window pane His brother died, and this young nigga can't even feel no pain Is he gon' ride, or is he gon' live in the hood with all the shame? Is he gon' slide, strap his cleats on when He ain't even in the game? But that's what it is when you born up in the field Ain't no flowers or daffodils, just some Animals strapped to kill All the youngsters slappin' youngins at school, They strapped for meals Niggas thinkin' he bullyin' on him for size, But he starved for real Ain't no dinner after eighth period See, in my ghetto, that hot plate after school is really serious I knew a nigga went All-American, he was really near He got shot in a drive-by, now his whole family fears No Hall of Fame, just hall of tears in a hospital This where the clips be really big, but all the Glocks little They loadin' bullets in their vans, callin' them cop killers It's Armageddon on my block, nigga All this chasin' shmoney, it done turned me to a hot nigga Crib look like a school, my neighbor's white, it got a fox in it I'ma keep it trill and spill the real, you know I'm authentic Exotic sodas, feelin' so scented Ay, keep your head up when it's low Because the table's turned Wait your turn, I was fucked up, now that money burned I seen the closest turn they back about the shit I earned I'm standin' firm, ten toes, say one word, your bitch gone Money long, my clips long If I put my hoes together, I might need a limo Smallest town, sellin' girl Mama think I pimp hoes, know I keep that shit on Woke up late, sippin' syrup, put my kit on Ridin' foreign, came a long way from the rental Cartier vision, I see it clear, ain't no trickin' me Galleria, I fuck off a bag, that ain't shit to me I done made my dreams real life, they keep pinchin' me Nah, for real, this my real life, speak it vividly I done made a million out of pimpin', ain't no simp in me I done snapped my fingers and turned the nigga into history Martin Luther King had a whole dream for this White bitch with me Malcom X choppa at the window, let these niggas see Designer tings, I jump out and drip and I'm a kitchen sink Designer jeans, these Evisus, my legs is Japanese Rapper, please, I've been countin' up bitch money Since I was seventeen When Jordan was still winnin' rings, I was A kid at the park pimpin' swings We Black Kings (Yeah, no cap) We Black Kings, yeah, fuck you mean, still sippin' lean