Blaq. - Aftermath

BL'aQ
Uhuh
So I had to sit and write about what I had to rap (had to rap)
It wasn't easy but the crew had my back
You got my girl there and you both tryna fuck (what the fuck)
O.M.G you fucked what the fuck
You sucked his pickle
He made your booty jiggle
I bought a lambo and it cost a nickel
Everyday new women gotta keep it balance
Cause if I don't share the wealth then how the fuck we s'pose to grow
I no dey bab
I really no dey bab
Just a young black nigga tryna mend a broken heart
Now a days crime pays like a part time job
On your knees I heard you can blow the job
Judah sending me pounds
Just to work on my sound
I gotta make it real
If I take the deal
Friends I tried to kill
Bitches cumin' with bills
And…
I make music born to it I'm a true addict
I got the skill from my sissy and I'm good at it
Being in the booth every time is just a good habit
Tema boy I fuck you before you fuck it
I dey punch like a typist
Flow like a pipist
Known like a hypist
I know you like it
The way I rap it
I put on Versace
On my wrist is a…
I was sixteen
When young BL'aQ had some sick dreams
Say I love you just so I can hear it back
But the thing is I don't… (fuck)
I'm praying Lord forgive us
I'm going to war with killers
I don't know how you'll do it
But I know you'll do it
Nasty but you can't C
Meek and tryna make a Mill
MANABADMAN
Mama lost her job but she ain't broke (no)
Daddy never did wrong he just spoke (Yh)
Telling the church to stay woke
No money just had to sell dope
I got OG's all round TMA
Got the skill and I'm all the way
Music in my soul and my DNA
Married to the game and I'm here to stay
I dey punch like a typist
Flow like a pipist
Known like a hypist
I know you like it
The way I rap it
I put on Versace
On my wrist is a…

Written by:
Benjam Tettey

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