Black Hippy - Ronnie Drake lyrics

So don't call me a n***a, unless you call me "my n***a" I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice Don't mind the bumpers that be missing from my carriage It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarra**ed I came to bury you average, you feel slighted It's like she know that I got it, it feel like it I real life it, I spill vices You will like it, I promise it's trill vibing, I'm honest n***a ain't no getting money on that conscious sh** I'mma just load my gat on some survival sh** And when I hear they got a drought on it I take a month out of rap and I hustle 'til I'm out of it I got that coke flow, that heat rock I got that old school, huddle 'til the beat box Baby, I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot I'mma beat that, 'til that mothaf**in' beat drop I got love for my n***as, my k**ers My dealers, my trickers, my bros I got love for my sisters, my women My b**hes, my strippers, my hoes Hope they don't k** you cause you black today They only feel you when you pa** away The eulogy be so moving, we live the scenes of those movies Conflicts in school or dope moving, it's so youthful But if you die today, I hope you find some relief In what a great escape, we still dodging from polices When we make a plate, they be lying searching in my bucket With the straightest face, it could be eighty eight Sometimes I wonder why we k**ers, why they k**ing us I think we only wear a grill because they grilling us Or how they feeling us, gotta look really tough Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff Came a long way from a boat and an auction Now we got names and a vote, then a coffin Ain't sh** change but the coast we adopted Little black children you can call me that n***a, n***a