Lyrics The Secret Life of Blacks (feat. Koku Gonza) - Add-2

Yo you never seen Black like...
Black like this!

See this Black like Black girls, front porch, braiding hair
Stay still, still stay, inhale, breathing in
Jelled up, weaved up, ashy knees greased up
Freeze pops, the block hot, headshots don't freeze up
Nah
I watch my pen as it bled
If you need a bodyguard that means you already dead
Live life, you got street cred but living in debt
Leave you in the red, followers always seem to get lead
Shell cases on the playground, we play 'round
Niggas who don't play 'round tryna come up and still stay down
Black like not having shit
Black like shopping with my mama mean don't ask for shit
Brother start a fight now (damn) all our asses whipped
It's ironic how we learned it from master but we mastered it
First ones to last through it
Had to fast, didn't have funds
Watching Good Times through bad ones
Hit the corner store and then we steal from it
I got some food for thought, I make a meal from it
Adding less cents since my adolescence
It makes sense since they two cents a bad investment
See this Black like rap songs, Black like trap stars
Black like crackheads, Black like crack cards
Black like better watch yo mouth in yo mama house
Black like I brought you in this world and I can take you out
Spending summers at my grandmother's, ten of us
Baby watch yo hand, ain't no fan covers
Shared covers, man (man)
Jet, Ebony, and Essence
Get caught cussing now my cousin like I'm telling

Ooooooo! I heard Andre cussing! He said the S-word,
The B-word, the F-word. He definitely said the f-word

Obama picture next to white Jesus
Them White teachers couldn't quite reach us
They couldn't see we doing wrong for the right reasons
Came from slums, I slang change like Shang Tsung name
From same family tree ropes would hang from
Same ones hooping in the alley (move, a car coming)
Same ones when they shoot they party we start running
23rd Psalms tatted on they arms
Went from spitting bars to tryna get in bars
Now they sitting in them bars
Prison pipeline blind to White crime
Quick to take a Cliff from a Rudy in the nighttime
Damn
Life is but a song, try to sing along
Nana called, told me God called my auntie home
Pouring liquor, see the streets is like a alcoholic
Calling women hoes 'til we end up having daughters
I guess they call it karma
Joy and pain, love and hate
Either way, Granny say "God don't make mistakes"
Black like gangstas, Black like my cousin 'nem
Black like old soul, Black like dropping gems
Black like Cadillacs, Black like used Impalas
Black like Black love, Black like baby mamas
Black like I was born with rhythm
Black like the elders and eternal wisdom
Black like I'll be there in five minutes
Black like cop kill a nigga and get acquitted
Damn
What's Blacker than that?
Yo you never seen Black like
Blacker than this
Yo you never seen Black like
Black like this
(Ain't nothing like being Black
Black is beautiful)
Yo you never seen Black like
Black like this
(Black... is...)