Black-Face

Its just all apart of the game

Number one rule never sell your soul for fame

Even if the money great and you about a blue face

Doesnt matter to them aye you still a black face

To a sleeper nothing comes but a dream

Words from the wise all closed eyes arent sleep

Family always talked about how granny had a supreme

Raised fifteen on her own i seen her clean hands and knees

A grammy what the family needs

A master plan no deal thats a good deed

I always knew that i could be independently and

Spending money never felt so splendidly my nigga look at me