civ pierre - black tiger (demo) lyrics
they call me black tiger
i paint a picture, they got me wired
this plantation, they shoot first and they skurt like tires
no buyer will touch me, i am messiah
i’m no lier, what you need
what you sellin
i heard it’s richer than gold
is it sweet like melanin
sweet as honeycomb
men don’t talk, if a man do talk, he ain’t gonna snitch on me
can’t put a price of my dying breathe, i ain’t no property
take a little sip of the tree of life, yea that’s my cup of tea
my whole life never been free
see po po, n+gga say freeze
black tiger on mission
handcuffs on my n+ggas
feds trying get thе blueprints
mouthpiece likе some dentures
kodak moment take a picture
hot n+gga like barbecue
clip sing like whitney hu
4 and nem and they got the tools
betta hide little baby
too fine little baby
cut tides little baby
don’t drive miss daisy
silhouette
everything black like silhouette
how many portraits can they get
find me a lynch with a nappy head
it’s in the bones
it’s in my roots, is in the bones
seen a black man with no caption
see the cat scan
truth in the bones
their is truth in the bones
can’t imitate silicone
need to fill this cup for the man upstairs
that’s truth i’m getting on
they call me black tiger
i paint a picture, they got me wired
this plantation, they shoot first and they skurt like tires
no buyer will touch me, i am messiah
i’m no lier, what you need
what you sellin
i heard it’s richer than gold
is it sweet like melanin, sweet as honeycomb
i can pure water
n+ggas selling dreams on every corner
treat em like a outkast, stankonia
vibe so sick i caught pneumonia
yea i’m on ya, never leaving
blink twice, vicky creeping
you don’t see no pimp today
eat that cake then anime
n+ggas be faker than anime
n+ggas cut up and they want the fade
n+ggas is sweeter than apple pie
ain’t no buddy, no friend of mine
this whole time
n+ggas wanna co sign
ghost write
and multiply
and get tongue tied
four or five
hi fives
get choked like a bow tie
they breaking they necks
they lookin for civil like he got a vest bih
cut me a check
i need these benjamin all in my bag, woah
they all on my ass
they follow my tracks
they callin me dad, woah
foot on the gas
practice makes perfect
i think i’m a dad, woah
don’t make a sound
foot up on the devils necks and don’t make a sound
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