J&D Beats - "Road Rage Part 1: Control | Marcy | Trinidad" lyrics

[Intro: Lacey Jackson] Black cult, black culture Black cult, black culture Black cult, black culture Black cult, black culture [Hook: Lacey Jackson] This white man just said, that black culture is dead Ya'll n***as think ya'll can lead because yo' guns are filled with lead Down at his record store, my n***as went and found him Looked that man right in his face, and asked to buy his album I say This white man just said, that black culture is dead Ya'll n***as think ya'll can lead because yo' guns are filled with lead Down at his record store, my n***as went and found him Looked that man right in his face, and asked to buy his album [Verse 1: Lacey Jackson] Homie racist but he keep it real n***as want to buy that sh** Cuz ever since rappers ain't have to have bars they just started selling beats can't rewind that sh** But they a play it in the club Where they call the girls b**hes and these broke n***as actin' like they all rich Why you tryna prove that you got the best hands Knockin' n***as out cuz you ain't got nothing in ya plans What the f** we doin' Watch a n***a young pursuin' his dreams while the dumb n***as is shootin' Won't name drop but control yourself, The no name n***a no name you better know ya self That punch was felt like honey this the grown up juice These n***as here the pain in the words i use They used to being n***as that they used to be theses clubs hooks what nooses used to be, the hook like [Hook: Lacey Jackson] This white man just said, that black culture is dead Ya'll n***as think ya'll can lead because yo' guns are filled with lead Down at his record store, my n***as went and found him Looked that man right in his face, and asked to buy his album I say This white man just said, that black culture is dead Ya'll n***as think ya'll can lead because yo' guns are filled with lead Down at his record store, my n***as went and found him Looked that man right in his face, and asked to buy his album [Verse:2 Lacey Jackson] n***a n***a n***a Now will I blow like Tridinad, throw away the pen pad Life My n***a Am I the one if I'm getting cash women that I didn't smash few I got b**hes Yea I could rap like that but my interests Involve more than s*uts and getting rich, 1st thing I ask Hov does Marcy still exist They say is he is tryna diss Tell em if the Tom Ford fits Swear i got the glitch, man theses n***as don't know nothing Higher than em all i don't smoke on nothing Give them boys something to do, ya'll n***as talk a lot sh** but, none of it's true You got balls ain't none of em blue You the one that f**ed the game up A young n***a with his chain tucked dollars bill and change won't change us The hook like [Hook: Lacey Jackson] This white man just said that black culture is dead Black cult black culture This white man just said that black culture is dead Black cult black culture This white man just said that black culture is dead Black cult black culture This white man just said that black culture is dead Black cult black culture This white man just said that black culture is dead Black cult black culture This white man just said that black culture is dead Black cult black culture This white man just said that black culture is dead Black cult black culture This white man just said that black culture is dead (dead) Black culture