This nigga watch fell apart, and we laughed at him, a fucking watch made of precious metals and stones. It didn’t serve any purpose like “keeping time” so he won’t be late for something important.
But we laughed. There’s Reebok ads with him on the side of the screen, will niggas click that shit? Nah, cause it’s the nigga with the fake watch that feel apart and dropped springs and shit between Angela Simmons’ toes.
This man’s life will ultimately fall apart because it’s constructed around the white man’s wealth.
If he was wearing cowrie beads, and other beautiful accessories, he’s be an unstoppable black man.
Raised by game where niggas ain’t phased by fame
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane, Brokeback ain’t the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the rain
My favorite was Kane, now I’m dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can’t stay in the flame
Ghetto pain and windows crack, the fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of whack my soul sticks to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his
Child in a good school and know what her gift is
It’s global warming, the world is shifting
Watching Sweet Sixteen, Bitchin-ass rich kids
You don’t know it like you gotta go the distance
Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the game