Black Folk

(альбом: CrasH Talk - 2019)

(Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
You ain't talkin 'bout no bread or no guap, or no fedi, or no cake
Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?
(Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)

Living like I'm 'posed to, I'ma fuck up like I'm 'posed to, yeah
Who knew failure make you better?
My adversities done turned me to a killer (Ugh) Sabotage, mental wash (Ugh) Give me cars
Hundred whores (Ugh) Give me yours (Ugh) Back and forth, fast life, got the rock mayne,
It's a ballgame, cop chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thing
Court case, nigga shell case, it's a heatwave, dub four, hit the whole floor no need for encore
I run this, I'd rather gun shit or hit the function, I'm basic, don't wanna chase it, my talent wasted
I know this, somehow I lost it, the way I fold it, the black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen
The water is where we crossed it and got to build it, we dreaming but lost the feeling, we stopped believing and

(Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)
You ain't talkin 'bout no bread or no guap, or no fedi, or no cake
Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?
(Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)

When I got it it was great, 'til you know, then you start to hate
You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is "He fake"
Talkin about "I'll pay you back" Bitch, do that with your down payment
All that damn hating, I'm better at love making
Tryna stay positive out of negative energy
Nigga, don't play with me, you must think my loyalty's slavery (Ugh)

(Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted)