Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
It's Black
Ol’ Burger Beats
Popularity · High
+
🇬🇧 English · Original
0
0
Listen
YouTube
1
2
3
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
Yeah
Uh
It's black
Yeah
Outcast with my life like it's black
Mirror on the wall, ain't nobody lookin' back
Dark tales from the past, black cats cross your path
Broken glass, that's seven years bad in a cell pad
Still sellin' so cold you can see the breath
In the night like Zorro cut at Sian's chest
See the steps, niggas follow in the footprints
But still never reach the zenith (Nah)
My team eatin' on dead flesh for food
It's wild in the streets, the concrete's a zoo
We on the move, tryin' not to be consumed
It's dog eat dog, we stay howlin' at the moon
Tryin' not to make the news, that's a bad day
Opposite of ice cubes
Too much sweet, get type 2
If you really want beef, we the type too
Uh, we type too
Ayy, we type too
Ayy, we type too
Uh, it get black like black lives matter like black lives
Black guy, Adonai, black raw, shadow time, ah
Flexin'
Yo, son of a mobster, butter on lobster
Lemon on crab legs, kush in my ashtray
Turn your good day to bad day, bandanas to band-aids
Cash game, caught up in past pains, back to schemin'
Tales of a master dreamin' in an active region
Stuck between a starvin' artist and a rapper eatin'
From the poorest of mornings to lavish evenings
I just hope more of these recordings
Channel healin' to damaged feelings
My man steamin' up a Backwood, branch leanin'
The MAC squeezin', got 'em all green like tax season
Cat stevin', you can keep the style like I don't need it
Superfly priest preachin', real Gs keep eatin'
Feast even, I'ma beat the beat like it keep stealin' 'til we even
Missiles heat seekin'
You might not leave, you might leave leakin'
You might need treatment, you might not see
But they might be creepin' (Might be creepin')
Peep
Peep
Peep
Peep