me? It's a blackout Blackout, blackout, Blackout, blackout, Blackout If you getting money, pull your cash out! (Verse 2- Meek Mill) Diamond in my chain, Whoopi Goldberg, black as shit Black
L E He said, "We got static, word, I just got out Punks tried to move at the club and we shot out Bullets everywhere" Okay what's the prob? "Ink got
could be you Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river A nice talking psychopath All cops hunt the black
Mental pictures, no cameras please (Can-han-han you fee-heel-heel, my hea-ar-ar-ar-art is beating)(2x) (Chorus) Verse 3: Red lipstick on the wine glass, cameras in my mind flash Black
'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin', all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G financial
Robin's Jean Fiend Black Gucci Sneakers With The Red And Green Strings Hoody By Mavi Women Right Beside Me Shirt Off You Can See The Ink On My Body Everybody
the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down Heartless powers try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink
cameras please./ (Background voice) ca-ha-han you fee-hee-heel my ha-ha-ha-ha-heart is beatin' [Drake - Verse] uh, red lipstick on the wine glass cameras in my mind, flash, black
it's hard to express it y'all That's why I put it all in ink That's why I put it all in ink That's why I put it all in ink
you, I give you my life I write it in ink or blood, nigga pass my knife I'm takin' it there even if they give me the chair I'm blacked out in the gear
scratched 4X by Mista Sinister Verse One: No I.D. No time to get all excited just write it from the inside let the pen slide and spread the ink on
man But still got that, uh, like Jordan Call in, anywhere I go it's cheers 'Cause they yell my name like Norman Walk in, look cool Flow like the ink
down open up shop shit Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit Star-bound, money now, for jet-black
any type of motor difficulty Don't panic take one more hit off the oxygen mask Calmly put your hands between your legs And kiss your black
someone's right behind me, I turned around and found exactly what you would expect, The clothes I left on my floor, The papers piled on my desk, But where the ink
like someone?s right behind me I turned around and found exactly what you would expect Clothes I left on my floor, the papers piled on my desk But where the ink
period I'm a G.O.A.T. And I don't mean to gloat, but I know what I know and I know what you think And these magazines'll never put it in ink Because
fuck with mailmen, with heroin from Boca Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink