Skin is black, my skin is black, my skin is black, my skin is black
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you thought I'ma play, but I'm talkin' that shit
Same flow, but I'm really gon' spit
My brother got locked, now he home mid-tape
Look at God, he workin' up late
Might send em a track, tell him speed up the pace
Know we got it, like why do you play
Knew killers and robbers that worked with the Jake's
Past tense, they got shot in they face
Need a body, call sshh he a hooter
Get em cropped like a bitch at the Hooters Need to make it out, like, sooner
These opps can't smoke em a boomer
Niggas pussy, but still, I be paranoid
I been thinkin' bout death since a little boy Murder creeped up and now I enjoy
He really a artist go sign that boy
My skin is black, my skin is black, my skin is black, my skin is black
I'm a artist perfectin' my craft
When I'm outside, I can't never lack
Went back to school, it's right in the bag
Which one of you niggas play tag
Red beam laser, shoot like a pacer
Buddy sellin' that work like a racer
Get rich, he might turn into Lanier
To the junkies, I think he a savior
My skin is black, my skin is black, my skin is black, my skin is black