Домой Тексты песен Black Faces

Black Faces

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[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Turn that beat up for me,
Really everything, like the headphones.
Yeah, yeah, a little bit louder,
No punch, you know that mean that we workin’ hard.
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, young rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrant,
Lifestyle ill legit, but know I own businesses,
Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership,
All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes.
Legend in my city ‘cause I grind so vigorous,
If I show my face west of Texas, that’s a big event,
Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent,
I’m really out here on some shit, you should take a flick.
Ballin’ on my own ten toes, so the difference is
I call shots never ask for permission, man,
I got a lot of big plans in my vision, and
I ain’t failed yet, ’bout a dollar, hell yes!
I’m a problem filled test, it’s only gettin’ worse,
I swear I’m getting’ money, I just hope you gettin’ yours,
I’m killin’ niggas solo so you know I’m gettin’ more,
Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go!
[Chorus: Childish Gambino]
This is for that real shit, this is for that East side,
This is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys,
This is for my grandma, this is for that West side,
This is for them niggas talkin’ shit on a website.
Damn, I feel good, you ain’t feelin’ nothing,
This is for my niggas who be livin’ dime a dozen,
Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces,
On some young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces.
[Interlude: Childish Gambino]
Yeah, black faces,
My Rollie so racist, all black faces,
Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces,
Yeah, nigga, black faces!
Look, yo, I got this,
Yo, turn, turn it up a little,
Ay, here we go, okay!
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
League of my own, swag Geena Davis,
Only rapper make 100k on your playlist,
Niggas talk on Twitter, but in life they don’t say shit,
My Rollie so racist, all black faces.
We the new facet, kill ’em like Jason,
Grind in my sleep, man, a nigga need braces,
Wonder what you feelin’ like, used to be the nervous type,
They ain’t mention Bino? Man, that shit must be on purpose, right?
Hostile, nigga, my style,
Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell,
I don’t eat pasta, everything is low-carb,
I don’t fly coach now, say I fly Goyard,
Leave a face covered in that coast guard.
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell ’em the truth,
M. Fox to my people on some family ties,
Magazines got black faces when somebody dies,
I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryna survive,
People wrestle over petty cash,
When we should be really cryin’ over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk glass.
Fuck y’all, I’mma let my grandkids ball,
Look to the future, these dudes so last week,
See me stuntin’ so Condé Nasty,
Me and Nipsey on some grown shit, no rent,
Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black faces.
[Outro: Childish Gambino]
Ay, nigga, black faces!
Black faces!
That’s Royalty, nigga!