Black Faces
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โฑ๏ธ 3:29 duration
๐ ID: 31585053
๐ Lyrics
(Intro: Nipsey Hussle)
Turn that beat up for me
Really everything, like the headphones
Yeah, yeah
Little bit louder
No punch, you know that mean that we workin' hard
(Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle)
Look, young rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle illegit, but know I own businesses
Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership
All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes
Legend in my city cause I grind so vigorous
If I show my face west of Texas, that's a big event
Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent
I'm really out here on some shit, you should take a flick
Ballin' on my own ten toes, so the difference is
I call shots never ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big plans in my vision and
I ain't failed yet, 'bout a dollar hell yes
I'm a problem-filled test, it's only getting worse
I swear I'm getting money, I just hope you gettin' yours
I'm killin' niggas solo so you know I'm gettin' more
Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go
(Chorus: Childish Gambino)
This is for that real shit, this is for that East side
This is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys
This is for my grandma, this is for that Westside
This is for them niggas talkin' shit on a website
Damn I feel good, you ain't feelin' nothin'
This is for my niggas who be livin' dime a dozen
Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces
(Break: Childish Gambino)
Yeah, black faces
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces
Yeah, nigga, black faces
Look, yo I got this
Yo, turn, turn it up a little
Ay, here we go, okay
(Verse 2: Childish Gambino)
League of my own, swag Geena Davis
Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
Niggas talk on Twitter, but in life, they don't say shit
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
We the new facet, kill 'em like Jason
Grind in my sleep man a nigga need braces
Wonder what you feelin' like, used to be the nervous type
They ain't mention Bino? Man that shit must be on purpose, right?
Hostile, nigga my style?
Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell
I don't eat pasta, everything is low-carb
I don't fly coach now, say I fly Goyard
Leave a face covered in that coast guard
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell 'em the truth
M Fox to my people on some family ties
Magazines got black faces when somebody dies
I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin' to survive
People wrestle over petty cash
When we should be really cryin' over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk glass
Fuck y'all, I'ma let my grandkids ball
Look to the future, these dudes so last week
See me stuntin' so Conde Nasty
Me and Nipsey on some grown shit, no rent
Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black faces
(Outro: Childish Gambino)
Ay, nigga, black faces
Black faces
That's royalty, nigga
Turn that beat up for me
Really everything, like the headphones
Yeah, yeah
Little bit louder
No punch, you know that mean that we workin' hard
(Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle)
Look, young rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle illegit, but know I own businesses
Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership
All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes
Legend in my city cause I grind so vigorous
If I show my face west of Texas, that's a big event
Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent
I'm really out here on some shit, you should take a flick
Ballin' on my own ten toes, so the difference is
I call shots never ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big plans in my vision and
I ain't failed yet, 'bout a dollar hell yes
I'm a problem-filled test, it's only getting worse
I swear I'm getting money, I just hope you gettin' yours
I'm killin' niggas solo so you know I'm gettin' more
Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go
(Chorus: Childish Gambino)
This is for that real shit, this is for that East side
This is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys
This is for my grandma, this is for that Westside
This is for them niggas talkin' shit on a website
Damn I feel good, you ain't feelin' nothin'
This is for my niggas who be livin' dime a dozen
Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces
(Break: Childish Gambino)
Yeah, black faces
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces
Yeah, nigga, black faces
Look, yo I got this
Yo, turn, turn it up a little
Ay, here we go, okay
(Verse 2: Childish Gambino)
League of my own, swag Geena Davis
Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
Niggas talk on Twitter, but in life, they don't say shit
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
We the new facet, kill 'em like Jason
Grind in my sleep man a nigga need braces
Wonder what you feelin' like, used to be the nervous type
They ain't mention Bino? Man that shit must be on purpose, right?
Hostile, nigga my style?
Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell
I don't eat pasta, everything is low-carb
I don't fly coach now, say I fly Goyard
Leave a face covered in that coast guard
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell 'em the truth
M Fox to my people on some family ties
Magazines got black faces when somebody dies
I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin' to survive
People wrestle over petty cash
When we should be really cryin' over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk glass
Fuck y'all, I'ma let my grandkids ball
Look to the future, these dudes so last week
See me stuntin' so Conde Nasty
Me and Nipsey on some grown shit, no rent
Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black faces
(Outro: Childish Gambino)
Ay, nigga, black faces
Black faces
That's royalty, nigga
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.01] (Intro: Nipsey Hussle)
[00:03.05] Turn that beat up for me
[00:04.85] Really everything, like the headphones
[00:09.07] Yeah, yeah
[00:12.21] Little bit louder
[00:17.41] No punch, you know that mean that we workin' hard
[00:21.41] (Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle)
[00:22.45] Look, young rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrant
[00:25.69] Lifestyle illegit, but know I own businesses
[00:28.57] Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership
[00:31.41] All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes
[00:34.14] Legend in my city cause I grind so vigorous
[00:37.02] If I show my face west of Texas, that's a big event
[00:40.17] Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent
[00:42.93] I'm really out here on some shit, you should take a flick
[00:45.53] Ballin' on my own ten toes, so the difference is
[00:48.53] I call shots never ask for permission, man
[00:51.37] I got a lot of big plans in my vision and
[00:54.01] I ain't failed yet, 'bout a dollar hell yes
[00:56.37] I'm a problem-filled test, it's only getting worse
[00:59.53] I swear I'm getting money, I just hope you gettin' yours
[01:02.33] I'm killin' niggas solo so you know I'm gettin' more
[01:04.89] Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go
[01:07.63] (Chorus: Childish Gambino)
[01:07.95] This is for that real shit, this is for that East side
[01:10.82] This is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys
[01:13.67] This is for my grandma, this is for that Westside
[01:16.43] This is for them niggas talkin' shit on a website
[01:19.23] Damn I feel good, you ain't feelin' nothin'
[01:22.15] This is for my niggas who be livin' dime a dozen
[01:24.95] Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces
[01:27.39] On some young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces
[01:30.62] (Break: Childish Gambino)
[01:31.67] Yeah, black faces
[01:33.23] My Rollie so racist, all black faces
[01:36.02] Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces
[01:40.14] Yeah, nigga, black faces
[01:43.71] Look, yo I got this
[01:47.31] Yo, turn, turn it up a little
[01:49.99] Ay, here we go, okay
[01:51.72] (Verse 2: Childish Gambino)
[01:53.24] League of my own, swag Geena Davis
[01:55.99] Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
[01:58.88] Niggas talk on Twitter, but in life, they don't say shit
[02:01.47] My Rollie so racist, all black faces
[02:04.51] We the new facet, kill 'em like Jason
[02:07.35] Grind in my sleep man a nigga need braces
[02:10.11] Wonder what you feelin' like, used to be the nervous type
[02:12.95] They ain't mention Bino? Man that shit must be on purpose, right?
[02:16.43] Hostile, nigga my style?
[02:19.03] Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell
[02:21.43] I don't eat pasta, everything is low-carb
[02:24.23] I don't fly coach now, say I fly Goyard
[02:27.08] Leave a face covered in that coast guard
[02:29.23] Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell 'em the truth
[02:32.51] M Fox to my people on some family ties
[02:35.28] Magazines got black faces when somebody dies
[02:38.16] I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin' to survive
[02:40.91] People wrestle over petty cash
[02:42.92] When we should be really cryin' over that one percent
[02:45.41] Like we tipped a milk glass
[02:46.80] Fuck y'all, I'ma let my grandkids ball
[02:49.69] Look to the future, these dudes so last week
[02:52.96] See me stuntin' so Conde Nasty
[02:55.68] Me and Nipsey on some grown shit, no rent
[02:58.12] Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black faces
[03:01.41] (Outro: Childish Gambino)
[03:02.05] Ay, nigga, black faces
[03:08.40] Black faces
[03:11.95] That's royalty, nigga
[03:13.37]
[00:03.05] Turn that beat up for me
[00:04.85] Really everything, like the headphones
[00:09.07] Yeah, yeah
[00:12.21] Little bit louder
[00:17.41] No punch, you know that mean that we workin' hard
[00:21.41] (Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle)
[00:22.45] Look, young rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrant
[00:25.69] Lifestyle illegit, but know I own businesses
[00:28.57] Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership
[00:31.41] All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes
[00:34.14] Legend in my city cause I grind so vigorous
[00:37.02] If I show my face west of Texas, that's a big event
[00:40.17] Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent
[00:42.93] I'm really out here on some shit, you should take a flick
[00:45.53] Ballin' on my own ten toes, so the difference is
[00:48.53] I call shots never ask for permission, man
[00:51.37] I got a lot of big plans in my vision and
[00:54.01] I ain't failed yet, 'bout a dollar hell yes
[00:56.37] I'm a problem-filled test, it's only getting worse
[00:59.53] I swear I'm getting money, I just hope you gettin' yours
[01:02.33] I'm killin' niggas solo so you know I'm gettin' more
[01:04.89] Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go
[01:07.63] (Chorus: Childish Gambino)
[01:07.95] This is for that real shit, this is for that East side
[01:10.82] This is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys
[01:13.67] This is for my grandma, this is for that Westside
[01:16.43] This is for them niggas talkin' shit on a website
[01:19.23] Damn I feel good, you ain't feelin' nothin'
[01:22.15] This is for my niggas who be livin' dime a dozen
[01:24.95] Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces
[01:27.39] On some young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces
[01:30.62] (Break: Childish Gambino)
[01:31.67] Yeah, black faces
[01:33.23] My Rollie so racist, all black faces
[01:36.02] Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces
[01:40.14] Yeah, nigga, black faces
[01:43.71] Look, yo I got this
[01:47.31] Yo, turn, turn it up a little
[01:49.99] Ay, here we go, okay
[01:51.72] (Verse 2: Childish Gambino)
[01:53.24] League of my own, swag Geena Davis
[01:55.99] Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
[01:58.88] Niggas talk on Twitter, but in life, they don't say shit
[02:01.47] My Rollie so racist, all black faces
[02:04.51] We the new facet, kill 'em like Jason
[02:07.35] Grind in my sleep man a nigga need braces
[02:10.11] Wonder what you feelin' like, used to be the nervous type
[02:12.95] They ain't mention Bino? Man that shit must be on purpose, right?
[02:16.43] Hostile, nigga my style?
[02:19.03] Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell
[02:21.43] I don't eat pasta, everything is low-carb
[02:24.23] I don't fly coach now, say I fly Goyard
[02:27.08] Leave a face covered in that coast guard
[02:29.23] Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell 'em the truth
[02:32.51] M Fox to my people on some family ties
[02:35.28] Magazines got black faces when somebody dies
[02:38.16] I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin' to survive
[02:40.91] People wrestle over petty cash
[02:42.92] When we should be really cryin' over that one percent
[02:45.41] Like we tipped a milk glass
[02:46.80] Fuck y'all, I'ma let my grandkids ball
[02:49.69] Look to the future, these dudes so last week
[02:52.96] See me stuntin' so Conde Nasty
[02:55.68] Me and Nipsey on some grown shit, no rent
[02:58.12] Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black faces
[03:01.41] (Outro: Childish Gambino)
[03:02.05] Ay, nigga, black faces
[03:08.40] Black faces
[03:11.95] That's royalty, nigga
[03:13.37]