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Black COAL
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Plateau
Verse 1:
Uh... Look They want me to drop a bomb, I'm like 'K See me out with these bad broads, Shit i got game And i ain't even had to take pads off, yeah I still play So somewhere in between body bags and playing ball Im scheming hard to make plays I got these demons all in my gate, nigga Fuck em though Chick with no pass with a nice round ass Niggas be swearing i got a custom ho They once for hire, ? I'm still trying to get them through customs though Told my niggas, I'm living to have it all I don't want to be just comfortable No 9 to 6, all hits I'm pretty hard to miss So now I got to hide the risk Paramedic in the game but it never be the same The way I'm bout to revive the shit, uh We've been off doing us, better hop on the bus But I swear its gonna be hard to fit I tell you it's a hell of a high when you walk for this ride On everything's gonna be hard to quit
Chorus x2:
When I reach too close you can barely tip-toe, can't stand on one floor (floor) Don't see a nigga now, you probably never gonna see him might need a new scope We been on them shits, been on them trips, been on the go Back roads that flow, hope the elevator don't get to that plateau, get to that plateau
Verse 2:
Pull the henny black For all my niggas that be trapping out the mini van You can take me out the game for a hundred grand Psych, now you fuck niggas think you really can You niggas sound really, really, really bland Been rapping all day and they started paying I do this shit for fun but i ain't really playing I live this shit you entertaining Hundred yard dash that nigga Damond We hid cause the fans keep complaining Won't stop time say my wrists is blanging Don't like our shit that nigga hating Hoop chin nigga your shit deflating I'm crack on the track you can ask Reagan Grandmama cooking, our shits banging Young boys on the block, shits banging I'm really, really fly, got top thinking I'm a brand new guy Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com This is all day like Amercian Pie Shit ain't easy can't even lie Prepping for it my whole life, ain't repping ? Fuck with me your mama cry Take it back to '99 ? Wu-Tang nigga, throw rock nigga It's murder, rough riders We shot this, we shot this!
Chorus x2
Verse 3:
Flat line every time I rhyme put niggas way down They a never come back Boat loads of that pretty white bitch On the tip of my lips looking up, I spit crack Niggas ain't to sweet if it ain't a full pea Guarantee he won't sleep where he at? 301 be the go, 51 be the zone Even Elleans gotta come strap, new millennium How they gonna act, I'm ready I'm banging on wax Tom petty on max Heart breaker, I've rather have the money on the table Them niggas gonna call me Caucasian A nigga speak proper, so what Post up on wall street, then see who get offers I want to go to an office, with a view Fuck the secretary off the second interview Steady steppin through the mud like I've been sipping off the juice Getting twisted with the squad Cause that shit be kinda cool Better let my lawyer know I'm scheming on the truth 747 to the meeting, its time to move Flying fire, vacations, bugs in they ear, ? Too many here make nigga lose patience Top shelf gear make me look amazing Woke up in the middle of a dream Pussy got me stuck, now I'm living with a cane Tell Andre whats up cause it never was the same Only dog hoes till we put them in the cage, they bark Boat gold buy one get one off Dope ass car, cocaine gone car Back roads that escape through town Saw plateau me not can't get down
Chorus x2
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