Young BLK Bwoy

Yeah, ha, ha, pfft Yeah, all black fit, on We gon' flip a couple, Bags! You gon' tell me what you want I can see you through the cracks Young black man what you doin? Tryna pray for my Sin! Ah, let me start with the Rap I was down bad Mama told me can't do this no more Man, one two through my mental Hands full with a lot of goals Yeah, hands full with a lot of hoes Ring ring, my phone off Who dat? Like no Fun! Puff puff, I'm a smoke one Fell in love with a lot of drugs Yah, high of life but it's not enough Yah, high of life but it's not enough Black man with a voice I can see it through the void Blow my brains out and I won't come back My occupation is done Stole my flow and got it back Not the same, but the same brain I'm just keepin' it real Yeah, all black fit, on We gon' flip a couple, Bags! You gon' tell me what you want I can see you through the cracks Young black man what you doin? Tryna pray for my Sin! I need help in this cold world I'm not okay but I'm up late Talk to me like, no wait My intuition is right Your situation is wrong Shit, yeah, all along Psychedelically I'm dodgin The crisis and I'm Movin' casually for the entertainment Man, what you know about this lil' conversation? Spell it out like a toddler pay me I don't care about the damn fame It just comes with the rap It's a shame I just gotta go out like that Exception is a curse and a blessing So tell me, do you know what I'm sayin' Yeah, all black fit, on We gon' flip a couple, Bag! You gon' tell me what you want I can see you through the cracks Young black man what you doin? Tryna pray for my Sins! Yeah, all black fit, on We gon' flip a couple, Bags! You gon' tell me what you want I can see you through the cracks Young black man what you doin? Tryna pray for my Sins!