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Black Faces

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Black Faces Lyrics

[Verse 1: Hugh Lee]
Young rich nigga shit, hustling like an immigrant
Better play your cards right, or I'mma have to deal with shit
Niggas so astounded cuz I grind so vigorous
Ran a tight shift kept my life so rigorous
Headed for the coast now locations about to change
Niggas staying in the mode, but you can watch me stretch the range
Had the right target but I had to change the aim
Like the cartridge kept freezing so i had to change the game
Now I got my game up, you can watch me rack it up
My shit is all out and now it's time to stack it up
My flaws are on the ground and now it's time to pack it up
Cause I run this damn league, you should get your bracket up
Now you can either join in, or get left in the past
I'm a ticking time bomb so you better think fast
Jim Crowe rap gave these niggas whip lash
Got on fire I'm just waiting on the gas
Go, Go Go

[Hook: Hugh Lee]
This is for that Chi-Town, This is for that ATL
This is for my Gary Niggas hustling tryna keep it real
Uncle Dre and Grandma, gone to a better place
This is for my niggas getting looked over just for they race
Man its all good, we ain't scared of nothing
I refuse to let my people go, David Ruffin
This is for that Royalty, product of an aphis
On some young rich shit Kennedy's with black faces
Yeah, black faces, my hood is so racist, all black faces
I got the fucking crown, dare a nigga come and take this
Yeah Nigga Black faces
[Verse 2: Hugh Lee]
My Holy Ghost is deadly, somebody call the coroner
Burn tracks alive like I'm sponsored by Chris Dorner
Sponsored by the A, you would think I was Tom Joyner
I ain't talking clocks when I say I'm a time warner
The rappers talk shit, but they got no style
All they got is hooks but looked what happened to Pacquiao
Cyhi tell em if they try to get me buried
I always come out on top.. missionary

Random niggas claiming to be rappers and emcees
But all you fronting niggas do is talk shit and blow trees
Like you a beast, you a dog, you a motherfucking problem?
Ok you the kid, but what's a kid to a condom?
Rapping bout your bitches clothes, cars and charms
How they grow Keisha by the pound on they private farm
Come into my hood, bet they leaving harmed
Born on the Wild Wild West of Chi-Raq, we Bare arms
My rap game ridiculous, act sane insidious
Pack flame like sissy lips, back pain like flipping hips
I'm off my rocker like Dali Lama, and Osama Bin Laden plus Rock
Obama I'm hot like inside of a sauna
Can't believe you thought I wasn't gone beat ya
Y'all talk shit until it's time to come meet ya
I'm spitting hot flames, best belive I'm gone heat ya
I'm on my grind you niggas beggars like pizza
Like when you go downtown and you gotta get some pizza so you naturally wanna go to beggars but the whole time you trying to get there
You get approached by street bums
for free ones
Balls deep in the game you niggas pre cum

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