bad misfortune befell me That caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and companions To follow the black velvet band Well, I was out
See me decked out from my head to my toe Whoa is me Im so whoa Everywhere I go Im a one man show I feel like a Hollywood star Hand full of pills, all black
run this town We are, ya I said it, we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get your fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black
talk about your money but i really dont care im into coppin streets shit im trying to buy air im the first black nigga that i rap trillionaire i control
' with my niggas, you could end up ghost I made a million, got my shit out pawned Bailed out the homies, now the shit's back on Moved out the ghetto, '
Sorry for anybody who only listens one form of music, now right now I got my own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real black hardcore Band called
my room That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof This for my *** getting brown paper bag money This for my trippers getting black
been gettin' hunger pains When you lick your lips while you check me out Fast car, boring, girlfriend, boring Got money, boring, no, oh, oh, oh Hot friends, boring, rock band
you gon make them boys dump it's like that for real [Jadakiss] here shorty wild, tre pounds, 40 cals at the dice game, brand new hundreds, 40 thou' stay fly, work out
to get on the good foot, ah Going down to the crib, let all hang out Where soulful people knows, what it's about, ah Going down to the crib and let it all hang out
dates o Asia o Canada o United States o Australia o Europe o UK * The Band o Band
'em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin, put 'em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y
Gm7 American roulette. Gm C Take the boy and put him in a mansion; paint the windows black
shore I see the big chief standing on the shore I ask my mama what they're crying for I saw a black cloud hanging in the sky I saw a big black cloud
gesture with her hand And mouths what she wants She wants to make a connection A certain kind of connection No this is not about something from the black
tap, just a tad (Gypsy haircut) There's no atmosphere (A bear skin rug, the tambourines) Dig a tunnel through the mountain (Black piano on the mountain) How many atmospheres are out
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin' black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon
all stars tonight So sing it out, yeah, yeah, yeah Everybody's screaming out, yeah, yeah, yeah Everybody sing it out, yeah, yeah, yeah And everybody scream it out
