Jason Ferg and Truth - Black Blazers

Black Blazer black bevel blade contagious
Swag ain't been seen like this in ages
Pressure gauge engaged trying to pave the way to be ageless
I tell the lil one through pages
And rap joints I crafted on the tracks with Jason
Making sure the all the bass lines shaking the basements
And being motivating when you've been complacent bro

Cuban smoke as I ride some would say I was faceless
Ask god to forgive me for days I was tasteless
Me and Kim downtown through the pics you can taste it
Giving flowers to her now plant food in the vases
Navigate the world kinda hate that it's racists
Need bread for the babies and the living room spacious
When it comes doing tracks some would say we some cases

Backyard barbecues call the crib the oasis
Where the love is genuine cause we practice no fakeness
Momma taught me have faith in the presence of faithless
Uh
Sometimes you got lean on the basics
Hear her voice in my head you'll be good just be patient
And I'm telling Kayla that every day I awaken
Dedicated to my kids to they health and they safeness

Black Blazer maneuver like a good-hearted gangster
We thrived on that side associated with danger
They put us down look at us now how could you blame us
Answer with pride when they asked us where we came from
Chicago commit to never getting that confused
Grandma Mary played her records loud listening to blues
Bobby Blue Bland was singing how he pity the fool
You know I remember that

Stepping out in every city like that city is mine
Got my own vibe I'm one of God's nifty designs
Flipping these lines the rhymes sending chills up your spine
You feel the divine lyrics Holy Spirit inside that Black Blazer
Classic with gentleman behavior holding wifey's dress as she exits the elevator
Dinner reservations with the chef no waiter

Told the chef you choose she's in the mood for fish
I'm on a vegan diet Sauvignon Blanc we'll sip
Black American cuisine for those culturally rich
Course after course came out each one was a hit
This is it narrated by the 1 and 2
Back court applying pressure the beat went up we blazed the booth
My pen was flying when I heard the loop
These days who be rhyming like Ferg and Truth who
Nah for real like who

Written by:
Jason Ferguson, Marcus Fitzgerald

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