This is my rifle
This is my gun
This is for pleasure
This is for fun
The newer the ruger
The better I shoot
The newer the ruger
The better I shoot
The newer the ruger
The better I shoot
The blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
I'm a number in vain
A color in pain
Every word you think of
When you look at my frame!
A product of environment
I'm Going insane!
A little pigment in my skin didn't go to my brain
I never asked to be born
I cannot complain
When I woke up 26 ago
I wasn't the same!
They must've cut my wings -
I still fly like planes!
A slightly different fascination for them Whips & chains
My GRAND-PAPPY's grand-pappy
Was a fraction of citizen!
He'd probably say to pop you all -
Like Ridlen
Listening to John Coltrane sipping on his Finnegan
A wonderful world when Louis Armstrongs spinning &
Pools of liquor
Thanks to Kendrick
I can swim in it!
Start it im gon' finish it!
I'll lose my mind Winning this
Cameras are I getting this?!
What the f** are color lines?
I got perfect penmanship
I could turn paper to stacks of hundreds
Or cheese near!
Roll wit my dogs we off the leash
No fleas here
I am an activist still improving
Like NASDAQ!
You ain't stock half that!
You gotta bad back!
Say that I'm good wit numbers
Ill teach u to add that!
Watch as I bag rats!
Numbers like cla** hats!
Bars like San Quentin's been reinstated
I am black!
Blacker than Wesley and Seal mixed
& I mean that
Call me a panther Entrepreneur
I'm all that- skin covered-up in tats!
Everything all black! You I don't need that!
Judge-r of books by the covers
And I can read that! I couldn't be that
Id rather be black
I say the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice!
The longer the crop!
The deeper the roots!
And
What you eat
Never made me poop
What you eat
Never made me poot
And
When your this high-
Who needs a roof
Huh?
Look
When your this great!
Then who needs proof!
When you're this strong!
Who needs troops!
I say the newer the ruger
The better I shoot!
What you eat
Never made me poop
I say The blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
The longer the crop
The deeper the roots
When your this high
Who needs a roof
I mean When your this great
Then who needs proof
I mean When your this strong
Then who needs troops
I say the newer the ruger
Well then the better I shoot
I say the newer the ruger
Well then the better I shoot
I say what you eat
Never made me poop
This is the blacker
The sweeter the juice
Because when your this high
Who needs a roof...