Black Faces

[Verse 1: Hugh Lee] Young rich nigga shit, hustling like an immigrant Better play your cards right, or I'mma have to deal with shit Niggas so astounded cuz I grind so vigorous Ran a tight shift kept my life so rigorous Headed for the coast now locations about to change Niggas staying in the mode, but you can watch me stretch the range Had the right target but I had to change the aim Like the cartridge kept freezing so i had to change the game Now I got my game up, you can watch me rack it up My shit is all out and now it's time to stack it up My flaws are on the ground and now it's time to pack it up Cause I run this damn league, you should get your bracket up Now you can either join in, or get left in the past I'm a ticking time bomb so you better think fast Jim Crowe rap gave these niggas whip lash Got on fire I'm just waiting on the gas Go, Go Go [Hook: Hugh Lee] This is for that Chi-Town, This is for that ATL This is for my Gary Niggas hustling tryna keep it real Uncle Dre and Grandma, gone to a better place This is for my niggas getting looked over just for they race Man its all good, we ain't scared of nothing I refuse to let my people go, David Ruffin This is for that Royalty, product of an aphis On some young rich shit Kennedy's with black faces Yeah, black faces, my hood is so racist, all black faces I got the fucking crown, dare a nigga come and take this Yeah Nigga Black faces [Verse 2: Hugh Lee] My Holy Ghost is deadly, somebody call the coroner Burn tracks alive like I'm sponsored by Chris Dorner Sponsored by the A, you would think I was Tom Joyner I ain't talking clocks when I say I'm a time warner The rappers talk shit, but they got no style All they got is hooks but looked what happened to Pacquiao Cyhi tell em if they try to get me buried I always come out on top.. missionary Random niggas claiming to be rappers and emcees But all you fronting niggas do is talk shit and blow trees Like you a beast, you a dog, you a motherfucking problem? Ok you the kid, but what's a kid to a condom? Rapping bout your bitches clothes, cars and charms How they grow Keisha by the pound on they private farm Come into my hood, bet they leaving harmed Born on the Wild Wild West of Chi-Raq, we Bare arms My rap game ridiculous, act sane insidious Pack flame like sissy lips, back pain like flipping hips I'm off my rocker like Dali Lama, and Osama Bin Laden plus Rock Obama I'm hot like inside of a sauna Can't believe you thought I wasn't gone beat ya Y'all talk shit until it's time to come meet ya I'm spitting hot flames, best belive I'm gone heat ya I'm on my grind you niggas beggars like pizza Like when you go downtown and you gotta get some pizza so you naturally wanna go to beggars but the whole time you trying to get there You get approached by street bums for free ones Balls deep in the game you niggas pre cum