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Adrian Younge

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Rise Of The Black Suits Lyrics - Adrian Younge

Young aggressor, born into the life of crime 

I would walk down the streets strapped with two nines 

Bitch smacking, jacking niggas, G dub stacking figures 

Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers 

Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow 

I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow 

I had hoes, bankrolls and minks by the dozen 

My rise to power was quick, they just wasn't 

Trying to make me a made man, they fucked up the game plan 

I blacked out on them and started my own clan 

Black Gambino, black suits, black Syndicate 

My crime fam was tight, every move was intricate 

The coke was brought in from by bad Colombian mules 

Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels 

Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy 

Crime fam against fam and no one could do diddly 

 

Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads 

Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes 

Follow no family rules, rules are for fools 

Chase the paper cause it's the cash that rules 

 

Fuck the law of fam, it's the law of land 

You don't like how I move then try to force my hand 

I'm moving keys, them DeLucas couldn't touch my pianos 

Putting pressure on them Gambinis and Verrazanos 

They love my money, they hate to see a nigga getting it 

Selling drugs is taboo, but I ain't fucking sweating it 

The dirt gotta get done so I took my position 

One day I'm just Black Tone with a lot of ambition 

Next I got status, dinners with all courses 

Flights in and out of the country, they getting nauseous 

Money, power, respect; rise of the black suits 

Talk shit behind my back, but to my face salute 

Hugs and handshakes, they can't stop my reign 

Got the coconut, pilots bringing shit on their plane 

It's a shame, they ain't have the balls to make moves 

They pussies, couldn't walk a mile in my shoes 

 

Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads 

Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes 

Follow no family rules, rules are for fools 

Chase the paper cause it's the cash that rules 

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