MC Breed - Make Me Wanna

They got a nigga fucked up, dawg. Straight up, my nigga
I'm sayin' they can't do shit, man. It's too fuckin' hot, man
They gotta lay low. Can't even make no fuckin' money, man
Man, n****s ain't tryna get me, nah. Can't put a nigga on his feet

I'm sayin', fuck that. I ain't askin' for no more face
Fuck it, it ain't no more askin' for, I'm takin' it
Infatuated with the cash, therefore makin' it
Removin' them seeds who just relaxed after fakin' it

Fuck it, enhanced like reverb with no mistakin'
Live and unplugged, it's the dub sack
Toker, one-puff smoker
Get adjustments just for bussin' your head with Green Dozier

New Scrilla, I can fold up. Greens, I can roll up
This n***a swole up. Don't make it a motherfuckin' hole
Black man wanna scream. Black man wanna scream
Now this is all day ballin'. Yes, yes, y'all

They saw me in the source in front of the courts, now I'm callin'
But it's cool, though. I'm makin' loot, bro
If it was about wealth, then I'd be about self
And it ain't, since it's not. It's not

There's no need to fly. Uh
Since my baby girls is all I got
Real life, no animated dream
Alpha Crin, it'll make a man scream

Black man wanna scream. Black man wanna scream
Black man wanna scream. Black man wanna scream
Black man wanna scream. Black man wanna scream
Black man wanna scream. Black man wanna scream

Mind bogglin', my head is thrivin'
Concentratin' on situations influenced differently than Satan
But face it, God wouldn't have me robbin'
Kickin' down the doorknobs, evacuatin' his sobs

There got to be a way up out the midnight days
That Aliz and Tanqueray, Blanton, Fat-Ass Jays
Till then, I say sufficient dividends through parlay
God's lending ears, I don't know what else to say

Black man wanna scream. Black man wanna scream
Black man wanna scream. Black man wanna scream
Black man wanna scream. Black man wanna scream
Black man wanna scream. Black man wanna scream

Written by:
Eric Breed

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