BLKPNT Lyrics

My soul's dipped in black paint

I been carryin' the game so long

Even the hoodie that I'm wearing got back pain

(Black paint, black paint)

My soul's dipped in black paint

Walkin' em into the light

And the sight of a god might hit like a flashbang

(Black paint, black paint)

My soul's dipped in black paint

Carryin' around this dick all day

No wonder ya boy got back pain

Rap game lackin', if any bender was asking

I'm like a B210 wit' a rocket launcher mounted on it

Life like a death race

Get a headache when I gotta hear yo flex tape

Ion' wanna hear you spit a flow about

Hoes that you don't talk to and the clothes that you don't rock

Shoes that you don't walk in, lil' bitch

I would rather you don't talk, snitch

Matter fact, I got a question

Why she yo girl but she on my dick, whore

Had me on the ropes, slangin' this dick

Til it chip yo headboard

Mad green like the Grinch so the Rollie don't drip

Til you slit your wrist, or

Half meat in that dish,

I'm eatin' that pussy like it's what I wanna live for

Rag bleedin' don't trip

Me and Theodore Bundy know what you red for

I'm not above burning revenue

I think the bridges that burn are most

I'm not above burning revenue avenues

I think the bridges that burn are most laughable

I'm like a hybrid of man and mechanical

Animal trapped in the cage wit' a cannibal

Scared about death if you know why I'm mad at you

Scared of my life when I realized you mattered to

I'll admit I need a medic, I'm wicked and

Fucked up in the head a bit, doublin' on

What's up, in the pub again

Punishin' white rappers that's Republican

Publishin' hate mail on yo club again

Up in it hot, clutch it with some oven mits

You better stop fuckin' with son n' nem

Fore you get dropped, tryna be one of them rappers

You not, not even a little bit

You on the cock, you on the tippa' dick

So when I rock it's in the element

You only rock to sniff wit' a stripper's tip

I'm off a strip and it's somethin' ridiculous

You gettin' lost to find where my vision is

You on the clock and I'm not with the tickin

So ass you buns, y'all shop where the chicken is, ha

My soul's dipped in black paint

I been carryin' the game so long

Even the hoodie that I'm wearing got back pain

(Black paint, black paint)

My soul's dipped in black paint

Walkin' em into the light

And the sight of a god might hit like a