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ENNY, NAS and Ezra Collective are among the supports for Loyle Carner at All Points East
The festival takes place in London's Victoria Park in Tower Hamlets
Nov 22, 2023 • 10:13 AM
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"Black Folks" is a track by NAS, from the album In My Ghetto, released 21st November 2017. The track is 2:10 long. It's filed under Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about NAS.
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What, whatyeah I ain't seen as much death Nor seen as much crime Since the blackout in Queensbridge in '79 Everybody's a killer now pimps, playas And dons Shorties on the block push drops and carry on Niggas look through our window Wherever we drove through the tint To see if the Benz is matching the clothes We the Queens kings I used to view the cats that are old Seeing things that made me real from My skin to my soul girls who turned hoes Friends who turned foes Bad luck niggas who bring Death wherever they go Never sleep, it feels better to know It's all real though Everything is real where we Headed now? Up to more money, would be more fun Leave with mo' bitches, carry more guns Where we headed now? Where we going, yo? It's getting real, son we gon' let it flow Where we Mo' bitches, it be more dough It be more fun, holding more How the hell are we supposed To excel from the street Where the Jake's crew face young Kids who wanna eat? Quantum Leap to this Black world Hustlers and ghettos Self made millionaires who tussle With the devil Bust a lil metal lead, wrestle you To the pebbles On the hard ground, that's if your guard down It's a struggle, brothers jump bail To come chill with they niggas on the block With them rocks for sale On the horn with the god Shapelle My Queens comrade Yo, run and come in with the dime bag Ayo, I need dat, I got to smoke dat Send me some Chunky Black So I could smoke away the pain Try to find my brain But the thought still remain Yo, it's on again once the Death stunts these chains 'Cause I been through it the drug game I thought I knew it I got knocked, took it to trial But I blew it 25, but only lived 20 years of my life Took 5 from me got me wrapped up like a mummy Now I'm in the system aka the devil's home Where they tell you where To eat, sleep, shit, and use the phone Now I'm living with, drug dealers And chain stealers Bitch niggas who got knocked And turned squealers Imagine, sharing a cell with A rehabilitated addict Who love fucking with faggots But I civilized the savage I sat him down and made him study mathematics Now I'm sitting in the cell thinking About this reefer I'ma get this weekend On the VI, I rather be uh, damn, damn
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