Bmms

I praise god but i still wear rosary
This ain’t rap, its rhythm tappin' that poetry
People dont get a drift, bitches dont get a gift
People dont get the fact that im sittin' in the abyth
Black male dead, you ready to shoot a missile, white male dead you ready to
blow a whistle
People say we victim to the system
I just think we victim to the crime, victim to the grime
If i’m in the window will i ever get some shine
If i work a job will i ever hit my prime
Send a mist of hate, my niggas never relate
Streets full of venom, its poisonous like a snake
Venomous like the opium Julia had to take
But when she suck it i know im gettin' it great
Fuck her with the rubbers, that pussy was a mistake
Pussy was in my face, so i ate it and got a taste
Now i got a problem, she gainin' weight from the waist
Baby on my mind, abortion is a crime
But if it take a signature i bet that imma sign
God, where you at where you at, im askin' for your help, but i was fuckin' from
the back
Im askin' for your help, but you dont ever hit me back
Now i gotta get it how i live in the trap, word
Yeah this a black mans mindset, yeah this a black mans mind quest,
yeah this a black mans mindset, yeah this a black mans mind quest