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xavy rusan - blackberry كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ay
back again in this thing
real reckon eyes real, i swear i’ve never seen you n_ggas a god d_mn day in my life
ain’t no hittin’ agendas b_tch, we need that guap straight like that

[verse 1]
i’m a thirty glock type, you a dirty sock type
funny, yeah, sitcom, third_y rock type
me, i’m on coin base checkin’ stock price
checkin’ rear_view mirrors when i’m at the stop lights
coin on leprechaun, echelon rappin’
blessed with the flows and the methods y’all lackin’
y’all be tryna dumb it down, lessen y’all rappin’
me, i’m out here flippin’ flows like an ethanol package
i’ma make it happen, i don’t gotta d_ck ride
all my n_ggas with it, they ain’t lettin’ sh_t slide
high for an hour, use the third eye anyway
hands_on holy feel, words on hemingway
anyhoo
i ain’t been interested in the clubhouse
’cause i can’t be taking zoom calls at the plug house
tryna reach the minds of the young n_gga stugged out
all the black leaders either boujee or they drugged out
[chorus]
deeper they dig, the blacker my earth
think, they tryna hide my actual worth
i don’t need no cap i’m livin’ my truth
i broke through the ceiling, my feet on the roof
uh, blacker the berry more drippy your juice
think, they tryna hide your actual roots
i black out the window and back up my coupe
i don’t need no theories, i’m actual proof

[verse 2]
ay, uh
how much is already chipped the hardest n_gga here
i feel like the greatest, i’m the carter to my peers
i know that the faith will take me farther than the fear
tryna keep the family first, the father of the year
gold on tuck got her panties on trickle
got these sour n_ggas tryna put me in a pickle
pickin’ on a poet, probably thinkin’ that it’s sweet
even jesus kick it with them n_ggas from the street
show ’em that you never needed college for the wealth (okay)
all a n_gga really need is knowledge of the self (well, alright)
venice sh_t from asia, you won’t find it on the shelf (no way)
get the money, disregard a holly for your health (yessir)
drop a little henny in the cola, got me spinnin’ (oh)
wonder bread neighbors always wonder why we winnin’ (whoa)
keep the preachy sh_t, ’cause i be comfortable with sinnin’ (uh_huh)
aboriginal, my origin was the beginnin’, ay (b_tch)
[chorus]
deeper they dig, the blacker my earth
think, they tryna hide my actual worth
i don’t need no cap i’m livin’ my truth
i broke through the ceiling, my feet on the roof
uh, blacker the berry, more drippy your juice
think, they tryna hide your actual roots
i black out the window and back up my coupe
i don’t need no theories, i’m actual proof

[outro]
“i believe in myself and my goals
i am thankful for my friends and family who support me while i chase my dreams”

- xavy rusan

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