All Black Lyrics

8 bars down, 24 to go

17 long years, still nothing to show

Boy with dream, skin white as snow

So he dressed in all black, to cover up that ghost

Small and confused, I want a height advantage

But if I stand up so tall, would it fill what I'm lacking

My mixed dispositions, got me thinking bipolar

Should link with Ye on a mountain top so high it could be solar

I just wanna make difference

Represent my city

905

South side

I need a time

To be alive

Rum strong but the coke flat

Bad bitch with a dump truck, she don't wanna fuck, I ain't into that

Flying high like I'm OVO, grind it out just to make a rack

Gold owl, top and bottom, tracksuit, all black

Kim K, burka suit, Donda art, you see it too

There's a theme going, that shit ain't blue

Analyze, that's what I do

Grind it out just to make a rack, pump you up like a heart attack

Getting dizzy, but I feel like Drizzy, when I'm sippin sippin on Virgina Black

No satisfaction with my money

See the hills and I dream of millis, so I made a beat and I tried something

Grey hounds, yeah they in the gutter

In the gym and I'm working hard, 225 go up like butter

Rum strong but the coke flat

Bad bitch with a dump truck, she don't wanna fuck, I ain't into that

Flying high like I'm OVO, grind it out just to make a rack

Gold owl, top and bottom, tracksuit, all black

Kim K, burka suit, Donda art, you see it too

There's a theme going, that shit ain't blue

Analyze, that's what I do

Grind it out just to make a rack, pump you up like a heart attack

Getting dizzy, but I feel like Drizzy, when I'm sippin sippin on Virgina Black

Look at me now, with the cadence and flow like 95 South

Add the money in pounds, but no Off Season bitch, yeah I'm going year round

Fall in love with sound, but don't put it too high, that would make it too loud

If it's loud that we smokin, I don't want to come down

leave me higher and dryer than anyone off the clouds

A lot of pussies on their fake shit

they been hiding inside all the skin that they came with

I just can't wait to count bricks, and I know it's a fantasy but I'm feeling like it's tied in

To this journey that I'm living, and I'm sorry God but I know I'll be sinning

I'll be asking for forgiveness, till the day that I die, send the glory to my children

I be pulling up in all black, sniper with these bars, never met Kodack

But I'm fuckin with the gang, 22gz, twirlin up Atlanta yeah he spazzin on the beat

Ain't no mud in my Fanta, feel like I'm Santa, dropping this track like a present but granted

I'm hopping out a Phantom, not a fuckin sleigh

I'm going for the top, so stay out my way