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aka black - boys ii men lyrics

(verse 1)
when he grow up
he wanna be like his father who sucks
he wanna he like that man that he [redacted]
aka black, oh, baby, this is tough
what’s with all the smoke floatin’ back near the trunk
that’s just me and we, smokin’ weed in the cut
if you thought if i gave a f+ck, then i guess you outta luck
on that [redacted] daddy sh+t, callin’ everybody cucks
i know it when i see it
n+ggas got secrets
n+ggas got traumas
hidin’ them deep
wit’ a gilmore girl and a bong, gettin’ sleepy
people think i’m mad, but really i’m weepy
gettin’ more live+er, now they realizin’ they’re daddies ain’t sh+t
they ain’t even obama
when i took a week, she said she admired me
they can’t do that ‘cause it’s too frightening, yeah
chillin’ with the clique, wearin’ car note denim
i love committin’ crime, and i can’t stop sinnin’
now i’m gettin’ tired ‘cause i can’t stop winnin’
this beat fire, it should be 30 minutes
god aka black on the track
if you think you got heat, step up, get defeat
lil’ man thinkin’ he a big cop, now he got a big gun, shoot a lil’ n+gga off his feet
b+tch men look in like a palindrome
how he ‘spose to be a man when his dad a hoe?
now he gotta lead, but his dad’s a hoe
that sh+t’s intergenerational
hatred’s intergenerational
where you think that he learned how to hate a hoe?
he just grabbed a lil’ p+ssy, he ain’t rape her though
blah, blah, blah, weak n+ggas say no mo’
(hook 1)
you got lied
just like yo’ daddy when you die, my n+gga (my n+gga)
look up high; that’s the mu’ph+ckin’ sky, my n+gga (my n+gga)
this is cyanide with a little bit of lye, my n+gga (my n+gga)
and we did… (yeah, we did)
you got lied, my n+gga (my n+gga)

(hook 2)
now, i don’t want no drama
don’t want no violence
tell her he’ll throw her some cash for her silence
this is all blue, close to the violet
look at my jacket, $800 dollars
i take the cake, you take the squalor
they hate that fate, the people that holler
i live for today, and i think ‘bout tomorrow
aka black, here’s the dichotomy

(verse 2)
i was down in charleston, losing my religion, on the corner, throwin’ me a fit
traumatized my baby, i ain’t sh+t
screaming in her face, how she ever gon’ forget?
i was born to raise h+ll, and arrived with a bic
mean ass boy, with a short ass temper
wasn’t no bang, went out with whimper
i’m a real man, boy, i would never hit her
f+cked with her mind, just gas lit her
when you think about it, it ain’t really that different
now i came clean and i wanna point fingers
i just wanna light green, i just wanna make bangers
but we got a world, somebody gotta save it
n+ggas, i’m just playin’, i ain’t really that crazy
even if i could, i’d let it burn, baby
even if i could, i’d let it burn, baby
because we deserve it
people got beef i got beef with the perverts
like i want a god d+mn thing from the servants
like i want a god d+mn thing from the peons, the people i pee on
‘rell
hit a n+gga up on the cell
if you hear this sh+t, get us both rich and well
kells
drinkin’ champagne in the ralph, and a decade later, got offered in a ‘berry
and they hate that fate, the people that holler
life ain’t what he thought, he just like father
the n+gga is broke, he blamin’ muchacha
just call that the goat, the lazy will follow
stuck on the couch, they watchin’ obama
mad at themselves, we’re still talkin’ trauma
the n+gga ain’t sh+t, he just like father
i might’ve lucked out i was raised by my mama
(hook 1)
you got lied
just like yo’ daddy when you die, my n+gga (my n+gga)
look up high; that’s the mu’ph+ckin’ sky, my n+gga (my n+gga)
this is cyanide with a little bit of lye, my n+gga (my n+gga)
and we did… (yeah, we did)
you got lied, my n+gga (my n+gga)

- aka black lyrics

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