D Smoke – Black Habits II lyrics

[Chorus]
Black lines off that black magic
Unsung land, black caskets
Ain't no Black nuns, we got Black pastors
Earn funds off the Black masses
We got Black habits (Ayy, smoke down, nigga, let's get up on it)
We got Black habits (You not doin' that over here, bro)
(Nigga, why you always hangin' around and ain't got nothin' going?)
(Come through, my nigga, stop [?])
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, I spit that favor for their Black pallette
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 [? 1: 05]
Bring her back to the hood, Black braggin'
To the worst bread, niggas get the black jacket
21, young, and they black packin'
War paint from their face on no black napkin
Final rights from the Black chaplain
Still pressin' 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 lines off that black magic
Unsung land, 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 load in, my nigga?)
We got Black habits
(I already told you, my nigga, please)
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 better end
Of the stick every damn time, uh
Plenty young in the penitentiary
Fillin' up when they didn't do the damn crime, uh

[?] didn't let it seize when he [?]
Took a 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, love, for this liquor that she pourin' on me
Feelin' blessed on the West side, uh
Got a bad one up in my sheets
And a 12 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
Gonna 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 be Dr. King
Takin' man 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 pay 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 show time
If I may

[?] 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 you could be touched, you would watch your mouth
And maybe 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 soap box
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