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hugh lee - black faces lyrics

[verse 1: hugh lee]
young rich n-gga sh-t, hustling like an immigrant
better play your cards right, or i’mma have to deal with sh-t
n-ggas so astounded cuz i grind so vigorous
ran a tight shift kept my life so rigorous
headed for the coast now locations about to change
n-ggas staying in the mode, but you can watch me stretch the range
had the right target but i had to change the aim
like the cartridge kept freezing so i had to change the game
now i got my game up, you can watch me rack it up
my sh-t is all out and now it’s time to stack it up
my flaws are on the ground and now it’s time to pack it up
cause i run this d-mn league, you should get your bracket up
now you can either join in, or get left in the past
i’m a ticking time bomb so you better think fast
jim crowe rap gave these n-ggas whip lash
got on fire i’m just waiting on the gas
go, go go

[hook: hugh lee]
this is for that chi-town, this is for that atl
this is for my gary n-ggas hustling tryna keep it real
uncle dre and grandma, gone to a better place
this is for my n-ggas getting looked over just for they race
man its all good, we ain’t scared of nothing
i refuse to let my people go, david ruffin
this is for that royalty, product of an aphis
on some young rich sh-t kennedy’s with black faces
yeah, black faces, my hood is so racist, all black faces
i got the f-cking crown, dare a n-gga come and take this
yeah n-gga black faces

[verse 2: hugh lee]
my holy ghost is deadly, somebody call the coroner
burn tracks alive like i’m sponsored by chris dorner
sponsored by the a, you would think i was tom joyner
i ain’t talking clocks when i say i’m a time warner
the rappers talk sh-t, but they got no style
all they got is hooks but looked what happened to pacquiao
cyhi tell em if they try to get me buried
i always come out on top.. missionary
random n-ggas claiming to be rappers and emcees
but all you fronting n-ggas do is talk sh-t and blow trees
like you a beast, you a dog, you a motherf-cking problem?
ok you the kid, but what’s a kid to a condom?
rapping bout your b-tches clothes, cars and charms
how they grow keisha by the pound on they private farm
come into my hood, bet they leaving harmed
born on the wild wild west of chi-raq, we bare arms
my rap game ridiculous, act sane insidious
pack flame like sissy lips, back pain like flipping hips
i’m off my rocker like dali lama, and osama bin laden plus rock
obama i’m hot like inside of a sauna
can’t believe you thought i wasn’t gone beat ya
y’all talk sh-t until it’s time to come meet ya
i’m spitting hot flames, best belive i’m gone heat ya
i’m on my grind you n-ggas beggars like pizza
like when you go downtown and you gotta get some pizza so you naturally wanna go to beggars but the whole time you trying to get there
you get approached by street bums for free ones
b-lls deep in the game you n-ggas pre c-m

- hugh lee lyrics

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