Black Habits II

[Intro]

Black lungs off that black magic

Unsung lay in black caskets

Ain't no black nuns, we got black pastors

Earn funds off the black masses

We got black habits (Ayy, slow down, nigga, let's get up, bro)

We got black habits (You already know where I'm at, over here, bro)

(Nigga, why you always hangin' around and ain't got nothin', bro?)

(Come through, my nigga, stop talkin' 'bout it)

Black drum, rhythm, black savage

Black labor on the black Sabbath

Their great is the black average

Imitatin' all our black talents, we got black habits

We got black habits

Listen

[Verse 1]

The flow that bounce, I'm the black rabbit

Boy, spit that flavor for their black palate

Provide dope shit for the black addicts

One step above in the black attic

Best of love to the black parents

That fight for the plight, singin' black ballads

Pants hang low, we be black saggin'

While our baby mamas steady black naggin'

Bring a bag to the hood, black braggin'

'Til the word spread, niggas get the black jacket

Twenty-one, young, and they black packin'

War paint from their face on the black napkin

Final rites from the black chaplain

Still press in lines like what's black happenin'?

Run these streets with a black passion

Gotta grind 'til I wake up in a black mansion

[Chorus]

Black lungs off that black magic

Unsung lay in black caskets

Ain't no black nuns, we got black pastors

Earn funds off the black masses

We got black habits

(Why didn't you give me that for the low then, my nigga?)

We got black habits

(I already told you, my nigga, chill)

Listen, black drum, rhythm, black savage

Black labor on the black Sabbath

Their great is the black average

Imitatin' all our black talents

We got black habits

We got black habits (Uh, listen)

[Verse 2]

Cinnamon color citizens get the bitter end

Of the stick every damn time, uh

Plenty young in the penitentiary

Fillin' up and they didn't do the damn crime, uh

Simeon didn't let it cease when he fired

He took the straw that hit a land mine, uh

Had everything money can't buy, uh

Stuck in the box like a pantomime, uh

Give me one, let me hit the blunt, get my dick up

And she gon' hop on it and slide, uh

Anytime a nigga feelin' down, need a pickup

She put her mouth on it, hands high, uh

Thank you, Lord, for this liquor that she pourin' on me

Feelin' blessed on the Westside

Got a bad one up in my sheets

And a twelve-gauge on my bedside, uh

[Chorus]

I'm from the dirt like a black radish

Homegrown like some black cabbage

Goin' home, need that black fabric

Gon' lay my head on this black mattress

We got black habits

We got black habits, yeah

Sippin' wine out the black chalice

They get in line for this black phallus

Haters mad, they got black malice

'Cause I'm bound to retreat in the black palace

We got black habits

We got black habits

[Verse 3]

Uh, run this ball a hundred yards

When I say ain't no fun involved

I ain't bring you to this team to be Dr. King

Take a knee and on me, you won't run at all

At the press conference, you better high step and smile

I expect you to be grateful

And the next time you don't wanna answer a question

You better figure out somethin' to say, fool

'Cause who you think paid for that suit you wearin'?

Or that new McLaren?

Or the car that your grandma drive?

Ain't you used to sharin'?

You could go back to not havin' a dime

Pullin' up at the club and get in back of the line

Couldn't tell you enough how easy to be replaced

You should face the facts, another you in no time, it's showtime

If I may, that being said, I must say

You got me fucked up in the worst way

I been investin' my checks since the first pay

So fuck this job, and fuck you too, motherfuck that car

And if you only knew you could be touched, you would watch your mouth

You need to sit your fat ass down

I guess you figured I was just another nigga with no options

Homie, you so toxic

I ain't tryna be a token up on the soapbox

But even when I do the speed limit, it's roadblocks

So lose my contact, and I'ma lose your contract

It's your loss, you're gon' lose beyond that

And you gon' lose your mind when you find out

The time is up for bein' blind, motherfucker

[Chorus]

We got black sons runnin' black canvas

J. Edgar Hoover killed the Black Panthers

Our black lives are a black challenge

They just leave us hangin' in the black balance

We got black habits

We got black habits, uh

Black drum, rhythm, black savage

Black labor on the black Sabbath

Their great is the black average

Imitatin' all our black talents

We got black habits

We got black habits