Black Folk (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Q. Hanley/D. Natche/J. Dutton

Composed by：Q. Hanley/D. Natche/J. Dutton

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You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread

Or no guap or no fetti or no cake

Get the f**k up out my face what you say

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Living like I'm 'posed to

Yeah

I'ma f**k up like I'm 'posed to

Yeah

Who knew failure make you better better

My adversities done turned me to a killer

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Sabotage uh men who washed uh give me cars

Hundred horse uh give me yours uh back and forth

Fast life got the rock mane it's a ball game

Cop chain get a Benzo it's a black thang

Court case n***a shell case it's a heat wave

Done for killed the whole flow no need for encore

I run this I'd rather gun s**t I'll hit the function

I'm basic don't wanna chase it my talent wasted

I knows it somehow I lost it the way I folded

The black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen

The water is where we crossed it and got to build it

With dreaming but lost the feeling

We stopped believing in

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You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread

Or no guap or no fetti or no cake

Get the f**k up out my face what you say

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Woop woop

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Well I got it it was great

'Til you know then you start to hate

You know a fake n***a

His favorite words is he fake

Talking 'bout I'll pay you back

B***h do that with your down payment

All that d**n hating

I'm better at love-making

Tryna stay positive out of negative energy

N***a don't play with me

You must think my loyalty slavery uh

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