Black on Black - Young Jeezy/Game/Kevin Gates

'Sup n***a huh

You know what this shit is

Stay down and come up damn right

Street niggas is street niggas alike

It ain't even one way n***a two niggas most

Stay down and see you come up n***a uh

Four songs n***a blood money let's go

Everything wrong this can't be right

Man it's so much this can't be life yeah

Shit get real man you can't hold back

Stay on back n***a you gotta do what you gotta do

If he came back in that black on black

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

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

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

See I never came back in that black on black

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

I'm a tell him ain't nothing left

n***a need an eight tell him everything straight

All they gotta do it wait tell a n***a I'm a chef

How you think a n***a went and got that race

Could eve 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 f**k it

She deserved every rock I done sold out in public

Do anything for my destiny's child

She a be yon never be let oya luck

Black on black checkerboard lours luggage

On a PJ feeling like warren but feet

With the Minnesota twins ain't no Kirby Puckett

Let the shade fear clouds tell a aliyah that I love her

Back and forth in a lea

My grandmother say I never see her

She want me come home on thanksgiving

Put on 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

Everything wrong this can't be right

Man it's so much this can't be life yeah

Shit get real man you can't hold back

Stay on back n***a you gotta do what you gotta do

If he came back in that black on black

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

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

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

See I never came back in that black on black

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 n***a chopping my blow up

Said she want to sell more like my father

Same time had me for a couple dollars

Yeah I'm about to pull an all night

And now I'm about to kill these niggas

So you might not see me till tomorrow

Yeah like that then my palms start itching

Suede hit the block then my bong gone missing

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

And I'm going there to buy me a chicken

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

So I'm going 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 lose my religion

If I had to be precise tell you two things about life

Niggas win everyday niggas fail every night

I say now Oprah got a billion dollars

And you know what near her

Type of shit I tell myself while staring in the mirror

Everything wrong this can't be right

Man it's so much this can't be life yeah

Shit get real man you can't hold back

Stay on back n***a you gotta do what you gotta do

If he came back in that black on black

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

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

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

See I never came back in that black on black

Mayonnaise jaw straight drop no whipping

Electrics off everything's spoiling in the fridge

I ain't bathed in a week house smelling like pickles

Street showing no business still getting to the business

Safety pin the zip break it down sell nickels

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

Went flat bounced back from a 30 cent flipper

I don't even know a n***a living how I'm living

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

Shit get gangsta we call hot bee zle

Bought two things at the third I wanna appease you

Two fifty two on the scale that's a Nina

Eighteen zaps five hundred four grams

Add an 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'm a leave you

d***s cut the water fore they kick a n***a door

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

Tear gas from the cannon

Everybody scrambling but I ain't never panic

Double homicide broad day that's my jacket

Tried to bird feed cut throat on my jacket

And I take change I'm a serve when they asking

Come from out of town I'm a taste no relaxing

Everything wrong this can't be right

Man it's so much this can't be life yeah

Shit get real man you can't hold back

Stay on back n***a you gotta do what you gotta do

If he came back in that black on black

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

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

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

See I never came back in that black on black

It's okay daddy I'm not scared

I know baby the rest of the world is

You ready to go home

Yes daddy

Let's go

Okay