Damn, ah shit
Get low, yo get low man
(Man quit shooting at me)
We ain't even doing shit
(Quit shooting at me)
(You see they shooting at us)
Two shots man down
You don't hear me
Cuz you never heard the sound
Wounded body seen it laid up on the ground
Count ya money you ain't worried bout now
Left the hood and I thought I was above it
My trigger finger say
Middle finger to the public
And everybody lying
Cuz everybody read it
And everybody acting
Knowing everybody seen it
Judged by the 12
Getting buried by the 12
That's a double edged sword
Send a nigga straight to hell
And the bail so high
Pay ya debt w/ the dead time
Jackboys on ya back like the Red Line
Mama in the kitchen cooking dinner
You just waiting till she finish
Hit the block and everybody doing numbers
Check the digits so they say
And you can take ya ass to school and graduate But still you make the same pay
That's a mawf*cking crime nigga
Make you wannna put the 9 to Uncle Sam
And tell em' gimme mine
Aye put the money in the bag
By Gucci, Louis, or MCM
Post a flick on Twitter just to follow the trend Everytime I hit the app another model again
Spent some money for the liquor
Just to bottle it in
All my niggas in attendance
Let the motto begin
You kill mine and tell me not to offend
We all in
Black America
Aye, Black America
Yeah, Black America (goddamn!)
Black America
Check, aye
What you know about a raid?
Coppas tearing up da crib
And got u staring down a K
I bet my teachers thought I never see today
Man I was f*cking up the lessons
Right before I make the grade
I watch my uncle put the money in the safe
Right before he grab the pistol
Seen the choices getting made
See the problem getting rich is like a race
First nigga to a million
Get the power and the fame
And he might dead his man just to do it
Youngin' rather be the plug than be a student
Thought that I was stuntin couple hunnit
At the jeweler
Walking through the school
Might mistake it for a Muller
I was by the Ps
Them bitches thought I was cooler
Watching for the D's
It taught us how to maneuver
Footage of the body
Nobody knowing the shooter
Mother saying amen
Streets saying hallelujah
Goddamn it Black America
Goddamn , this Black America?
Yo don't do it man , don't do it
Stand down , stand down boy
F*ck it, let it go
Darius Heywood - Black America (Prod. Tone Jonez) Lyrics
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Damn, ah shit
Get low, yo get low man
(Man quit shooting at me)
We ain't even doing shit
(Quit shooting at me)
(You see they shooting at us)
Two shots man down
You don't hear me
Cuz you never heard the sound
Wounded body seen it laid up on the ground
Count ya money you ain't worried bout now
Left the hood and I thought I was above it
My trigger finger say
Middle finger to the public
And everybody lying
Cuz everybody read it
And everybody acting
Knowing everybody seen it
Judged by the 12
Getting buried by the 12
That's a double edged sword
Send a nigga straight to hell
And the bail so high
Pay ya debt w/ the dead time
Jackboys on ya back like the Red Line
Mama in the kitchen cooking dinner
You just waiting till she finish
Hit the block and everybody doing numbers
Check the digits so they say
And you can take ya ass to school and graduate But still you make the same pay
That's a mawf*cking crime nigga
Make you wannna put the 9 to Uncle Sam
And tell em' gimme mine
Aye put the money in the bag
By Gucci, Louis, or MCM
Post a flick on Twitter just to follow the trend Everytime I hit the app another model again
Spent some money for the liquor
Just to bottle it in
All my niggas in attendance
Let the motto begin
You kill mine and tell me not to offend
We all in
Black America
Aye, Black America
Yeah, Black America (goddamn!)
Black America
Check, aye
What you know about a raid?
Coppas tearing up da crib
And got u staring down a K
I bet my teachers thought I never see today
Man I was f*cking up the lessons
Right before I make the grade
I watch my uncle put the money in the safe
Right before he grab the pistol
Seen the choices getting made
See the problem getting rich is like a race
First nigga to a million
Get the power and the fame
And he might dead his man just to do it
Youngin' rather be the plug than be a student
Thought that I was stuntin couple hunnit
At the jeweler
Walking through the school
Might mistake it for a Muller
I was by the Ps
Them bitches thought I was cooler
Watching for the D's
It taught us how to maneuver
Footage of the body
Nobody knowing the shooter
Mother saying amen
Streets saying hallelujah
Goddamn it Black America
Goddamn , this Black America?
Yo don't do it man , don't do it
Stand down , stand down boy
F*ck it, let it go
Get low, yo get low man
(Man quit shooting at me)
We ain't even doing shit
(Quit shooting at me)
(You see they shooting at us)
Two shots man down
You don't hear me
Cuz you never heard the sound
Wounded body seen it laid up on the ground
Count ya money you ain't worried bout now
Left the hood and I thought I was above it
My trigger finger say
Middle finger to the public
And everybody lying
Cuz everybody read it
And everybody acting
Knowing everybody seen it
Judged by the 12
Getting buried by the 12
That's a double edged sword
Send a nigga straight to hell
And the bail so high
Pay ya debt w/ the dead time
Jackboys on ya back like the Red Line
Mama in the kitchen cooking dinner
You just waiting till she finish
Hit the block and everybody doing numbers
Check the digits so they say
And you can take ya ass to school and graduate But still you make the same pay
That's a mawf*cking crime nigga
Make you wannna put the 9 to Uncle Sam
And tell em' gimme mine
Aye put the money in the bag
By Gucci, Louis, or MCM
Post a flick on Twitter just to follow the trend Everytime I hit the app another model again
Spent some money for the liquor
Just to bottle it in
All my niggas in attendance
Let the motto begin
You kill mine and tell me not to offend
We all in
Black America
Aye, Black America
Yeah, Black America (goddamn!)
Black America
Check, aye
What you know about a raid?
Coppas tearing up da crib
And got u staring down a K
I bet my teachers thought I never see today
Man I was f*cking up the lessons
Right before I make the grade
I watch my uncle put the money in the safe
Right before he grab the pistol
Seen the choices getting made
See the problem getting rich is like a race
First nigga to a million
Get the power and the fame
And he might dead his man just to do it
Youngin' rather be the plug than be a student
Thought that I was stuntin couple hunnit
At the jeweler
Walking through the school
Might mistake it for a Muller
I was by the Ps
Them bitches thought I was cooler
Watching for the D's
It taught us how to maneuver
Footage of the body
Nobody knowing the shooter
Mother saying amen
Streets saying hallelujah
Goddamn it Black America
Goddamn , this Black America?
Yo don't do it man , don't do it
Stand down , stand down boy
F*ck it, let it go
Writer: Darius Heywood
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