Black On Black (feat. Young Jeezy & Kevin Gates)

Sup, ****?

Huh, you know what this shit is?

(Stay down and come up) (Damn right)

Street **** is street **** alike

(It ain't even one way, ****)

(Two of America's most)

Stay down till you come up, ****

Four songs, **** (Blood money, let's go)

Everythin' wrong, this can't be right

Winnin' so much, this can't be life

Shit get real, man, you can't hold back

(Can't hold back, ****, you gotta do what you gotta do)

If he came back in that black on black (That's why)

I still do it for them **** with them bricks on bricks

I still do for them **** with them nicks on nicks

Let me tell you how a real **** supposed to bounce back

See, I left and came back in that black on black

****, come through for a nine and a half

I'ma tell him ain't nothin' left

**** need an eight, tell him everythin' straight

All they gotta do is wait, tell a **** I'm a chef

How you think a **** went and got that Wraith

Could went to jail but I bought that case

Lawyer came through, told him it's about time

Jim Carrey to the Rollie, I just switch that switch

Put ten karats on my daughter ear, fuck it

She deserved every rock I done sold out in public

Do anythin' for my Destiny's Child

She a Beyoncé, never be LeToya Luckett

Black on black, checkerboard Louis luggage

On the PJ feelin' like Warren Buffett

With the Minnesota twins, ain't no Kirby Puckett

Lift the shade, see the clouds, tell Aaliyah that I love her

Back and froth in a lear

My grandmother say I never see her

She want me come home on Thanksgivin'

Put some black on black like here

Black on black to my dear

Black on black in my ear

Black Maserati that I gave to my mama

Right hand to the father, she can't even find the gears

Everythin' wrong, this can't be right

Winnin' so much, this can't be life (Yeah)

Shit get real, man, you can't hold back

(We gon' do what we gotta do, you feel me?)

If he came back in that black on black (That's why)

I still do it for them **** with them bricks on bricks

(Goin' still, homie)

I still do it for them **** with them nicks on nicks

(Hey) (Stay down till you come up)

Let me tell you how a real **** supposed to bounce back

(How you bounce back, ****?)

(And you do what?)

See, I left and came back in that black on black

(Let's go)

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Shit get real, we don't fold up

This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen

At the table, ****, choppin' my blow up

Said she want to sell more like my father

Same time, had me for a couple dollars

Yeah, I'm 'bout to pull an all nighter

'Bout to kill these ****

So you might not see me till tomorrow

Just like that, then my palms start itchin'

Suede hit the block, then my bong gone missin'

See, I'm 'bout to take me a trip to the other side of town

And I'm goin' there to find me a chicken

Yeah, I got a **** in the spot with a nine right now

So I'm goin' there to sell him a pigeon

My pastor told me that the money is the root of all evil

I said, if it is, then I'm losin' my religion

If I had to be precise

Tell you two things about life

**** win everyday

**** fail every night

I say, now Oprah got a billion dollars and you're nowhere near her

Type of shit I tell myself while starin' in the mirror, what

Everythin' wrong, this can't be right

Winnin' so much, this can't be life

Shit get real, man, you can't hold back

(We gon' do what we gotta do, you feel me?)

If he came back in that black on black (That's why)

I still do it for them **** with them bricks on bricks

I still do it for them **** with them nicks on nicks

(Hey) (Stay down till you come up)

Let me tell you how a real **** supposed to bounce back

(How you bounce back, ****?)

(**** do what?)

See, I left and came back in that black on black

Mayonnaise jar, straight drop, no whippin'

Electric off, everythin's spoilin' in the fridge

I ain't bathed in a week

House smellin' like pickles

Street showin' no pity

Still gettin' to the business

Safety pin seat

Break it down, sell nickels

Had to ball him out of jail, blew the money on the bail

Went flat, bounce back from a thirty seven flipper

I don't even know a **** livin' how I'm livin'

I don't even know how many times I've been in prison

Shit get gangster, we call hot beezle

Bought two things at the third, I wanna please you

Two fifty two on the scale, that's a Nina

Eighteen zaps five hunnid four grams

Add extra gram when you weigh it with the bag

Real trap talk, keep it real, don't believe you

When you get out of line, swear to God, I'ma leave you

Dicks cut the water 'fore they kick a **** door

Tried to flush it down the toilet but the dope just float

Whoa, tear gas from the cannon

Everybody scramblin' but I ain't never panic

Double homicide, broad day, that's my jacket

Try to bird feed, cutthroat, I'ma jack you

And I take change, I'ma serve when they askin'

Come from out of town, I'ma tax, no relax

Everythin' wrong, this can't be right

Winnin' so much, this can't be life

Shit get real, man, you can't hold back

(We gon' do what we gotta do, you feel me?)

If he came back in that black on black (That's why)

I still do it for them **** with them bricks on bricks

(Talk to 'em, homie)

I still do it for them **** with them nicks on nicks

(Ay)

Let me tell you how a real **** supposed to bounce back

(How you bounce back, ****?)

See, I left and came back in that black on black

(Let's go)

(It's okay, daddy, I'm not scared)

I know, baby, but the rest of the world is

Ready to go home?

(Yes, daddy)

Let's go

(Okay)