My Best One Yet

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crackLast straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's backWhere the black girls get their weaves backFuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype trackThe third one is mixed, white and blackThe bummer is the fact that i'm blackThe jager in my cup is licorice blackIt's blacc friday and i'm glad to be blackMake a mess outta tracks, got my hat backShades dark as fuck so all i see is blackThey napped and slept on me, man, i hate blackSkin tone i wish i could take it backAnd ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wackImma need to know now can a brotha crackWhen that money calls i holla backBut since mark put a nigga on that lily trackI had the british shows talkin bout bring him backWhat the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice backShe just laughs as her life starts flashing backSo as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black* amalgam digital download bonus trackHe kind of grew into the shape of a mackLook how i do it, yo i'm taking you backThen clap then shake it without breaking your backNigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid packMy nigga co-bizzy virginia is backI light up my spliff take a sip of my yackTry to jack and i will attackCatch me in the city with the trunk on crackTwista finna get up on the trackIn the back of a chevy that’s all blackTrack and field with the birds, i’m running em like trackSick of hard times so i tell em to fall back? all white but the phantom is all blackAny given day you can push that lacAnd that maybach, let me take em way backI hope you recorded that, too short, i'm born to mackThat moschino shit is so backCan't win with a passive attackThey can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett backI promise i'mma call you backI'm trying to make a way, she never call backMe and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner backDen i tell that ho ain't no coming backFourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all blackWith my red p hat, nigga you know we backKnow what i do: manufacturing crackFight the temptation but it keep coming backWhen love comes callin', don’t love backWhen love comes callin', don’t look backSold sega games, his cousin sold crackPump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the backBall dreams of being pointguard was off limits jackWhen i'm through, i'll probably let you take it backLike bobby had whitney we was cooking up crackBut the fifteen credits had a nigga off trackMake sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming backYou gotta adapt though i'm never going backBut we’ve been going through this thang since way backI don't know why i'm even on this trackAnd there's no way i can pay you backAnd goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sackWonder if they take it all backTo get them niggas while they laid backI can't hold back, it's time to attack jackGoose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the y.mthat yackBig playmaker quarter backNow the server boots up when it gets a smackIts gonna sell quick call it a 20 sackThink smart padawan and your paper will stackPull out the weed, put the top backIt's liquid solidity bitch, and i bite, so get back.He's goin back, leave the road, jackHow'd you like it now, lights fade to blackSo listen to the words that i preach on this trackTippin up the bottle as my mind goes back.

Tell your girls, to come join our tableAnd she kissing on your navelI’m a factor and your facialQuit bro get out my battle winning me is a fableSo i heard you gotta be on a major label Then get a homeless dog to give you a facialAin't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,While you stand under the tableFeel disabled, feels painful. it feels fatal.Give me 3 years i'll have a good labelGame face is fatal, rock the beat to the cradle.I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tablePut the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/