Blakk History Intro Lyrics

This black history

Yeah, this black history is so rich, so rich

We immortalized the shrine of the ones before us, shouts and cries from my forefathers pour out on the chorus

They ignored us, at the same time showed us, the motor my drive could be a quota

So we still march on like Ambrosia, no marshawn , but they still want that lynch over my shoulders. It's cool

I still run it.

Look at, look at, look at all they faces impaled by the hatred

But I still hit this big L in front your face like who want it

R.I.P. to the great. I still wonder who done it

Kobe fall still got me sick to my stomach, devil want me weak, hoping that my 50s plummet

See, we was taught to get rich, but we stay dying trying

Watch for the crew, man. If it ain't Wu-Tang, you could catch a shell from the chamber. That's iron

I know Nip or Mount Zion

These goats they fertilized the earth with seeds and we shall help it grow each time

If you and G just do time, don't 6ix9ine

He turned into moni , that boy is mine. What more do you want from me? See, why you angry

I thought you was a savage, Randy, but you started acting like Brandy. Now you cry-reese

Judge got you away from your family, but

Everything Gucci though. We don't miss you

Gotta keep you away from these trap gods cuz, um, you gonna get your issue

From 10-17, dreams disturbed my mental. See, my idol's locked up and I thought that's what I had to go through

They had Max on Max, Dam b , Free the wave too, the biggavel . I was notorious

I had bigger sales . Demand the respect on them digi-scales. You keep them fiends from the detox, everything we pump gon' blow like Reebok

This one's for X, three shots

Two for the gang, one cuz I be-bout it

R.I.P. Trey, that's my bro. I still lose sleep bout it. You a young legend

I was trippie when I Red bout it.

James Brown, the get-down is getting mad crowded

But We still mourn a black death, but smile, cuz they still around us

B-H-M