CurT@!n$ - As We Proceed lyrics

[Verse 1] They throwing fists in the air for black power Keep a brick, you can smell the white powder America eat its young like Jeff Dahmer Don't got a knife cause I only spread knowledge Vanna White coming through in a hour Cause money talks and I'm tryna buy a vowel In that box, there's a few more commas I made gold from clay like Muhammad Third Eye Blind, they still can't face it Live right, spread love, is the basics Sorry Doc but I'm running out of patience I'm heading back to the future in the AM They ain't met an MC this fly yet My mind fly, my brain is my jet [Hook] As we proceed, to give you what you need To give you what you need To give you what you need As we proceed, to give you what you need To give you what you need To give you what you need [Verse 2] They throwing fists in the air for black power They keep running their head for that drama I'm tryna reach my goals like Renaldo My mind think much bigger than the sky go In my hood, they hang out by the store fronts Ain't no business going on man, the stores fronts When the feds come around, they don't talk much So you better reconsider when they offer When you leave, ain't no telling where you'll end up While you out on the streets, you should invest Maybe you can buy your freedom with the interest Huey said we could get there in ten steps Black hoodie, black shades, black Timberlands Black home, black gram, black everything Black chrome 9 millimeter clip I run the streets, Olympic gold medal sh** [Hook] [Verse 3] They throwing fists in the air for black power That infrared on your head for that dollar I can tell you the weather with no problem The sun shine he gon' meet lead showers Should've known 'bout f**ing with them mobsters They got 9's, they got Techs, they got choppers Bust a motherf**er head like piñata's The wrong colors might affect your lower chakra And my n***as in the club popping bottles Loud, money, ain't no need for a convo- Black shades, black leathers like they rockstars Fully ball and b**hes they call 'em monsters So much chips, she went ginger on 'em So many bottles of Spade, she reneged on 'im Play your cards right, b**h, you might get up on it f** her brains out, forget about her in the morning [Hook]