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Yeah, be the realest I never wrote
I write this shit by the way, nigga
Some shit right here, nigga
This will be the shit you ever quote

My is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be if my rims ain't too
My momma at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the

My is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my ain't too
My money's light green and my light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, go

Today was a good day, hope I me a great night
I dunno what you fishin' for, hope you you a great white
Need I say great white, heavy as killer
I cannot believe this, who knew it in bails?

Who knew it came with jail, who it came with prison?
Just 'cause you got an opinion does that make you a
Bush robbed all of us, would that him a criminal?
And then he cheated in Florida, would that him a Seminole?

I say and I quote, we a miracle
And I say a miracle 'cause this is hysterical
But my nephews and nieces, I will email
him forward to Moses and cc: Allah

Mr. Soul Survivor that make me a Konvict?
'Be all you can be', now, that sound like some dumb shit
When you with crude oil as black as my nigga boo
It's a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue

me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz, I'm in California
in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama, on my way to

My is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims too
My momma ain't at home and daddy in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the

My is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be if my rims ain't too
My money's light and my Jordan's light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you pay, let's go

I said I woke up this morning, this big
Pay all these damn bills, feed all these kids
Buy all these shoes, buy all these school clothes
For strange reason my son addicted to Polo's

Mommies a dip, I'm addicted to use Houston's
And if the is right, I take a trip out to Houston
A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New
Dreams Tour, I sold my ass in New Orleans

Did it for Soulja Slim, out B.G.
all love from the beginnin' you Pimp C
You know how the pimp be, nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could down from heaven, he tell me stay on my grind

Tell him I'm doin' fine, for mankind
We for damn change, so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin' on Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just like a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said he had a dream

My president is black, my blue
And I be goddamned if my rims too
My ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody the scale?

My is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be if my rims ain't too
My money's light green and my Jordan's light
And they to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go

Our history, black history, no ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys, so a nigga won't go
Then he put us in jail, now, a nigga go vote
So I spend dough on hoes is strippin'
She a politician honeys a polotician

My president is black, Rolls charms
22 inch rims Hulk Hogan's arms
When of peoples is riled up to see you
That can arouse ya ego, you got mouths to

So gotta stay true to who you are and where you came
at the top will be the same place you hang from
No matter how big you ever be
For whatever fee or publicity, lose your integrity

For years there's been surprise horses in stable
Just two albums in, I'm the nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, Obama for real
gotta put ya face on the 5000 dollar bill

My president is black, my Lambo's
And I be if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and still in jail
Tryna make a plate, seen the scale

My president is black, my blue
And I be if my rims ain't too
My light green and my Jordan's light gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, go

So I'm sittin' here right now man, June 3rd, 2: 08 a.m.
Nigga, I won't say win, lose or man
We congratulate you already
See I motivate the thugs right, you motivate us
That's it is, this a hands on policy

Ya'll touchin' me right nigga, yeah, first black
Win, lose or draw nigga, matter of fact, you what it is, man
Shouts out Jackie Robinson, Booker T homie
Oh y'all ain't think I knew that shit, Sidney Poitier, what do

My president is black, I'm too though