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nick grant & tae beast - black windows lyrics

[verse 1]
uh, read over that paperwork, boy, don’t let ’em use you
we just tryna keep this sh+t runnin’ like metamucil
love is rich, talkin’ sheep in the devil’s frugal
i’m a mix between old jigga and fela kuti
yeah, how you hatin’ on me? yeah you never knew me
matter fact, you stole my style, i need restitution
uh, n+ggas can’t see me but they all my pupils
bad b+tch get dogged up, you know her vibe is voodoo
got some dread headed shooters who look just like matulu
out here rhymin’ like i lost my noodle, i’m just movin’, yeah
married to money but never tied down
my hustle go from corner to corner like wide smiles
claim you seen it all, you gon’ die with your eyes wide
no sob stories unless they come with mehki vibes
uh, glory hallelujah
blowin’ purple, gettin’ bread, hollerin’ out, communion
cold name for murder, wendy williams’ gotta do ’em
think your sh+t is sweet, we pop up on you, how you doin’?
d+mn i’m the illest
better than who you thought that was hidin’
everybody want the smoke ’til the coffin get dropped
everybody want be king, you look awkward, just stop
they on they high horse, that mean they lose they voice at the top
uh, everything a young n+gga write is [?]
your arms too short to box with the elohim
they’ve seen the whole story before, but play the scene
i’m a baller, dropped the books, told momma i made the team
young fly n+gga, c’est la vie, ain’t i flee
you can have her, boy, she ain’t my piece
buy the bag, your zipper, n+gga, like the a.i. threes
how you do it? i just fill a pool with a+rod squeeze
all that gossip in your convo, yeah i’m done with that n+gga sh+t
youngin’ from the dirty, only right that i’m filthy rich
flow stupid n+ggas sellin’ trash, but this is it
i’m goin’ big dummy, yeah i’m coming, elizabeth
call out any rapper, any name, i’m assassinatin’
all my n+ggas used to movin’ weight, no procrastinatin’
think it’s funny when these other rappers be rapper chasin’
funny how far the n+gga styles in his b+st+rd nation
listen, i’m a one to one, n+gga
take ten of them to make one of me, my n+gga
young b+tches want me like the wifi pick up
i’m ridin’ ’round, yeah i got the whole town lit, lookin’ like a dope dealer
have no [?] a man
i came in here with god
a n+gga play with my chicken and watch your finger l!ck off
i’m a slim biggie smalls, get paid like i play ball
ridin’ with my french b+tch, but i still boned yours
these n+ggas frontin’, b+tch i’m somethin’ that you ain’t seen before
a certain je ne sais quoi
my brown skin is so flaw
don’t trust no government, they even get you yellow taped off
i got that touch, i’m ray charles
say everything with my heart
yeah, if i said it, i meant it
i stay away if it’s trendy
i’m undefeated
meanin’ my legacy is cemented
i’m a trill ass n+gga
i’m a country ass n+gga
lies, [?] giggle, i’m feelin’ like the new jigga
i get the do’ like “who is it?”
the youngest of her few siblin’s
i deserve my due dilligence so i swore on you n+ggas, for real
[outro]
yeah
508 sh+t
(bah, bah, bah, bah)

- nick grant tae beast lyrics

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