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Rich And Black

And regardless to how much power you have
When God sends prophets and messengers
They don't care nothing about your power
Because they come from Thee power

Rare nigga, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst blunder
Feds tapped the number
Jury Jacqueline Onassis could appreciate
Weed to alleviate the pain, Eddie Kane, Richard Pryor, pinky ring

Watch ya conduct nigga, full pardons for my niggas that's livin'
You guessed it, models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic
Love 'em but can't trust 'em, hate 'em but won't bust 'em

Cake in the savings, spinning wisdom it's like a custom

Tats of Hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar
I got more to lose than you do but I'm a rider
When did the rules change? Y'all livin' trendy on pennies
Meetin' deadlines with ease, no gain

You fire, I'm butane, gave the Timbs ostrich belts
These are the times that I surprise myself
My niggas lookin' like Black Crowes at packed shows
The don voice stay pristine like I'm still 17

I'm rick, black, African, rockin' a golden Mack
Trailing leather Gucci leggings on my back
Willied by some hoodlum in the trench
Rinse these niggaz, 86 gazelles, dicing their defense

Mike Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, it's a rifle
16 ways to shoot you through your Chrysler duke
Exhalin' with niggaz the jails argue
Bring the best niggas to the table, I'll sick 4 of my whales on you

Custom wooded speakers rock Elise's
Run from polices, dump on creatures, holidays with preachers
Stainless Steel watches ostrich turtlenecks, here's the deal
If we can't come in, they can't have the field

Bones ya Sisco, murder instrumentals
Kanye porsche rap, how many horses live official?
I run with generals that flash Uzis in interviews
My shit is deep, we fly swimming dude

2 gotta be all murder just like the first
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm B
Yellow like New York City piss stained concrete

That's right yo, who voted toastin' in the wind?
Las Vegas odors, what you know
Leave it right here, we go to the Lotus
Put a package on your head, be promoted
Keys in effect, paying these dumb fuckin' D's off a donuts

I hate to see you acting like a slave
To get an advance here, an advance there
Because somebody else controls your destiny

I'm rich, black, umbrella calico captain
Wes Craven with a blade and a black
From hood ornaments, junkies win awards in my tournaments
My shit is listed like informants pics

You know we order hits, planes fire, niggas is sure to get ya
Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa she's sure to twist ya
Eatin chow lo mein with chopsticks, glocks with aim
Watermelon chips, pop some pain

From all the riches niggas forcing out they feelings kid
Whether in hallways or boats, now feel us kid
Out in Alaska in the Astons, remember my passion
Hungry wolf who never eat in his castle

Bolivian connects wrestlers yeah
Chef ambidextrous, quick to back you in like the Lexus shit
Hunted by the FBI, we gracious
More demonstrations shit is tough milk it, carnation

It was the Shaolin
The Shaolin? Never
The poison your master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks

We don't talk, you're gonna die
My lord, enough
Quiet down
There's no point to it, he's just like his master
He's not gonna tell you

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