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letra de red porch - allblack

[intro]
it’s kimson
ian, thank you for f-ckin’ with me
drew banga, thank you
drew banga, thank you
meleswave, meleswave, thank you

[chorus]
god, please help me ’cause them demons inside of my body
and while you at it, ease my mind before i k!ll me somebody
devil kickin’ my black -ss, can you teach me karate?
god, just help me one more time, i’ma change, i promise
god, please help me ’cause them demons inside of my body
and while you at it, ease my mind before i k!ll me somebody
devil kickin’ my black -ss, can you teach me karate?
god, just help me one more time, i’ma change, i promise

[verse 1]
i called god, bruh ain’t answer, i started feelin’ worse
i only talk to god in jail or when my pockets hurt
i wasn’t raised that way, i’m caught up in the fast life
don’t give a f-ck ’bout cr-ppin’ out, i’ma still roll the dice
spazz on my dad, he tryna tell me ’bout my f-ckin’ life
n-gg-s threw six at my whip, granddad died that night
ain’t breaks or time-outs when you up in them trenches
n-gg-s get whacked stickin’ they nose up in the boss business
i slap n-gg-s pocket watchin’, dime is my witness
i’d k!ll them cops and k!ll myself ‘fore i’d sit down in prison
like, “yeah right, black, you lyin’, you just want some attention”
over a hundred hollow shots in this stolen rental
me and moe mike in the 304 from south sacramento
i’m droppin’ forty shots to the neck like dizzle, down the middle
i’m done takin’ up for n-gg-s, i ain’t sparin’ sh-t
like h-llo jones said, don’t punk me, n-gg-, punk the b-tch

[verse 2]
ain’t no n-gg- finna push me, mush me, or woof me
you scared to fight, i got a fully, a third grade bully
me and dalenciaga rockin’ like buzz and woody
fresh out the cleaners with that bag, call me ace boogie
i could’ve been your stepdad if i ain’t go back to jail
steve cook, you a p-ssy, i still need that twelve
forty piece at duke’s house, black ain’t takin’ l’s
on the greyhound with eighty bags and two digi’ scales
pray to god that canine don’t pick up that smell
touch down in denver, pick up dub from grape street, darnell
in the club spendin’ your last to impress a skeezer
point-five in them backwoods, n-gg-, quit stretchin’ reefer
every ho i put you on, you raw ’em and keep ’em
covered in s-m-n, trickin’ n-gg-s, these b-tches be demons
you had a baby by that b-tch, she look like a tranny
n-gg-s be funkin’ but be slippin’ off syrup and xannies
it’s black

[outro]
hah, h-llo?
yeah, yeah
when i talk to my dad, he…
when i talk to, when i talk to my dad, he say jehovah
when i talk to my aunt dukes, she say god
i don’t know the difference
but don’t fault me though
it is what it is, i’ma do what i gotta do
304, 304, black
you’re now listening to kimson
drew banga, thank you
meleswave, thank you
ian, thank you
bye, i gotta go

- allblack

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