Rob $tone - The Black Man's Reason paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson The Black Man's Reason - Rob $tone



To the top, boy
Get right to the bags, yeah I just pick up, my nigga
Look at me, my diamonds dancing, drippin' on denim
Oops my bad, I spazzed out on 'em bitches sit with us
I kicked 'em to the curb, 'cause they was sneaking a picture
Business is winning, I just get lit with my winnings
Gucci, Gucci, I just bagged a groupie from spending
My pocket's too big, moving contraband to goofies who spend it
My partner's looney-tooney, knocking out your noodles, my nigga
Who is you nigga? You brought your crew with you nigga?
We make a fool of you niggas
I'm so damn through with you niggas
Ooh he goofy, talkin' 'bout how he cool with my niggas
Out in the boonies, boolin', bagging up the fruity, my nigga
I'm too groovy, why they try to group me with niggas?
They tried to do me, chew me up, and spit me smooth to my ending
I'm moving smoothly, smokin' up the doobies, I fill it
I keep it moving, do me just to get the loot when I'm in it
I'm cool and I'm gleamin', I'm just a fool, and I mean it
The women love me 'cause I'm nice but I get rude in between it
I'm smooth when I'm in it, I get 'em loose when I'm in it
I leave 'em screaming out and shouting, "You the man" and I mean it
Damn, what's the reason? Can't understand what's the reason
I put my hands up, I'm freezing, another black man bleeding
Black man reason, just a black man breathing
Another black man weeping
For the black man's freedom (yeah)
Cruise through dimensions, oh what to do through dimensions?
My pocket's full, not to mention they act a fool in my mentions
Who are they kidding? I'm just a dude from the city
Who like good food and good women, and this is all that I'm givin'
So this all I could give 'em
So this is all I could give today
I'm just a black man weeping
For the black man's freedom
This the black man's reason
I got these women on my line, just want a damn reason
My Beamer screamin' down the block, sound like a damn demon
I just went swimmin' off the yacht, I think I found Nemo
Got people pulling up to watch me like the damn Regal
I just keep bringing in these dollars, like I'm playing Keno
My wrist is sick, it's like a nigga need some damn chemo
I'm gettin' streams all up the segway down to Mexico
Ay, I be drippin', I be flyer than a damn eagle
My partner's bad people, shake your hand then jam you up
I just see dead people 'cause I'm always stackin' up
I'm on your head if you been talkin' out your ass too much
Yo' bitch a rat, I don't see how she let you dap me up
And I been makin' waves, callin' plays, lemonade sippin'
Catch a case, run a fade for the bank, nigga
Want a Wraith, private planes, diamond chains, nigga?
To the face, every day, I roll an eighth in it, hold up
So this is all I could give 'em
So this is all I could give today
I'm just a black man weeping
For the black man's freedom
This the black man's reason
Say this the black man's reason
This the black man's reason
This the black man's reason
Say this the black man's reason
This the black man's reason
This the black man's reason
Say this the black man's reason
This the black man's reason
This the black man's reason
Say this the black man's reason
This the black man's reason
This the black man's reason, yeah



Writer(s): Jaylen Anthony Robinson


Rob $tone - Stone Cold
Album Stone Cold
date de sortie
31-01-2020




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