Murs - God Black/Black God lyrics

[Verse 1] They waving guns in South Central, same on the southside I gotta be a real n***a, just to stand outside I'm on the corner with my main man T Smith The streets done changed since they legalized the green sh** Need a new hustle now, gotta get up under now Flip a franchises, n***a need about a hundred thou' Do it like Nipsey did, but I'm not a 60 crip Up on Slauson Ave, I'm supporting black businesses Gotta be black-owned, money is the backbone Gotta stick together like Terrace and his saxophone Hoodsters, hoovers, trays and the deucers Let's all get together man and make some maneuvers Homie's got grandkids on some grown-man sh** Cream of the crop, we the kings of the planet Used to be slaves, now look at what we made We some leaders but we leading these people to the grave [Chorus] God Black/Black God, they don't understand We come from black, return to black, that's the motherland The universe expands and then we start again To free the mind of every man, that's the f**ing plan [Verse 2] I'm the great debater, both sides of the equator See the truth, be the light, use it like a lightsaber Dark skin, Darth Vader and I'm sorta like SEGA They don't make 'em like me no more, there's none greater Broadcast Dreamcast, me and 9th, we blast 12-gauge shottie, why you still shooting bean bags? Think fast, we don't slack when we attack Move like a Japanese cat in all black Rooftop to rooftop, hip-hop to new rock Now they selling T-shirts and 2 socks with 2Pac Too hot to handle and we, too cold to hold Send a couple nudes then I set some new goals I'm tryna get her home, get it on, never sit alone Freak these tales man, you know the type of sh** I'm on Badman, mad fans coming out the badland Drop hands, now I'm getting head like a CAT-scan [Chorus] God Black/Black God, they don't understand We come from black, return to black, that's the motherland The universe expands and then we start again To free the mind of every man, that's the f**ing plan [Verse 3] I'm a midtown champion, Picco to Jefferson I'm a 9th grader on a 9th beat, it's not a fresher man I'm the secret weapon man, hoodie when I'm stepping in A n***a been eating, I'm the one who put the pepper in Behind home plate, had to dodge a game, [?] Sipping on Coronas with a big booty Mexican f** what you suggesting man, definition heaven in Assuming that my name is on the list and they let me in Angels and demons, all need a place to be in Something like Raiders fans in the Oakland Colosseum See I'm like a deity. Settle from the plea of these If you wanna see me get some gla**es like DMC's Telescope, tell us quit, all of y'all irrelevant Super-artificial, ain't never been intelligent Heaven-sent but hellbend on keeping sh** Godbody West, where the East, f** with a n***a, I hardbody