Black Excellence (feat. Dom Dodda & Knollege)

Black Excellence Right (For Grown Folks ONLY) Yeah! Black suits Black skin Black everything It's, "Black Excellence" nigga Feel me? Look Black Excellence Niggas ain't heard the best of this Realest in my section, shit ain't even competitive If she a dime with friends that's when we let 'em in Gold on my neck niggas thinking I'm dope pedaling Young and in charge like a freshman with the letterman Money looking like I just won a court settlement In full court pressure niggas never could never pressure this 'Cause once I break the press then my shooters will let the metal click Bitches who dissed me hit me through text messages Begging me f*ck trying to schedule it like I'm selling dick Tell a trick, "That shit for kids" and then I tell em "Dip!" Niggas won't bust a grape but they can get they melon split While I'm eating good in the hood for the hell of it Hell, I'm sick niggas dooms will be televised Tell the truth, I'm the truth while they telling lies Black suits with my troops like the, "Men In Black" Sipping Stella Black wine glasses up to the sky Black Excellence, (Yeah) nigga I got these models running naked through my foyer 'Cause counting millions, getting wealthy, that's my forte A week out in the Aspens without smashing that's just foreplay Hit the connect hands-free by saying, "Jorge!" It's Black Excellence nigga you can't get next to us "Crème de la crème" how y'all moving is not impressing us 3-piece suits and Armani shoes This type of swagger on niggas give y'all the blues Make you want to call the boys in blue But we so wealthy and connected it's nothing that they can do You hit the club and buy the bar out for the night We buy the whole damn club and own it for life You need a groupie, my nigga I need a wife Or a made-man, someone to count up the money twice Your cake's short, now my nigga my bread's nice And if you eye-ing it, I don't suggest that you roll the dice 'Cause that's the type of gamble that's known to cost a fella his life It's Black Excellence, (Uh-Huh) nigga The blackest minks on the blackest queens cause we shared a dream That's back when I would wear the black hoodie when we was 17 That's 7 years ago, looking back I still wouldn't change a thing I'm married to the money she love me we got so many rings (Aye) I'm blacking by the Bentley we backing out Hit the corner I'm spazzing out by the light I was passing out Too many cases of that Clicquot And still I'm here with my people And they go wherever we go And that's way before the C-Notes I cock it back then reload (Ay) (Indistinct gun noises) Ay I don't think they hear me my nigga let me Let me Let me try something new, you feel me? Ay, Breed Mafia, Left Coast shit, look (Uh-Huh, Aye!) I cock it back then reload The pop it through the peep hole I hustle 'cause I need more I'll beat 'em black for a kilo I'm far from what you hear though Still partially a hero Them shots will shave your hair off This henny never wear off Them black on black whips in the lot just having a "stare-off" These 21 rounds in the glock could blow your ear off These newest black Polo Fatigues, tags to tear off Them big black bottles of Don pass and share off Then it's right back at it tomorrow paid from here off I'm back in the building baby You feel me baby? So when I miss your calls you know just how I'm feeling lately I'm black and I feel it baby You feel me baby They call us crazy but this life we live is so amazing So when it's said and done I never run from what's to come We raise the guns, to raise them funds so we can raise our sons I play to win, I play to boss, I play for more than one Plug charging half on the semi's I might just order one Ay, Breed Mafia Dom Dodda Knollege Kazie Nigga, this game don't stop it won't stop, I refuse