Pinball Ii Lyrics - Bas

I hope you figure it out 

Shine black man melanin gold 

I hope you never get old 

Keep your youthful spirit 

I know the world do fear it 

You're the tip of the spear 

And with our dyin' breaths, I bet the world gon' hear it, look 

I been saving money for my taxes 

Bassy keep on jumpin' through these brackets 

I got 20 bitches coming back to the crib 

I make sure my niggas got some racks, what you need? 

They gon' shoot through niggas like it's practice 

I just make the money run some laps 

Every time I pass go see the cash grow 

We don't even act cordial, we assholes 

Bitches in my lasso, is that so? 

That's word to my last hoe, I'm that cold 

Runnin' through the town a black soul 

My past froze twenty-nine times over 

Look I have seen more than my time 

Lived 9 lives for about twenty cats over, I told ya 

Everything you've done I done overdid, I'm over it 

Nigga, Dreamville the whole coast how we shouldered it? 

Them boys stale like toast when it's overdid 

I hope they quit for real 

But if they don't I got a million joints 

I got the flow in pocket, the emoji rocket how I'm outta here 

A lot of em' sound like they in a talent show 

So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo 

Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game 

Keeping both eyes open wide rain man 

Crew high on that fuck your life drank man 

We slide in the bucket like paint 

Never gave a fuck, fuck what you might think 

Ran up in the club 'till they sent the lights in 

Had to tell the owner please let the lights dim 

Five more minutes see me a nice slim 

Thick bitch with the you, me and my grin 

Tell her bring the crew you me and my friends 

See where the night end with the right guy 

Trust me and my kin, speak with the right pen 

Creep like the lightning in the night sky 

Go deep Janet Jackson, we back to back in 

Black SUV's, black tints would you look at that? 

I'm booby-trapped in your fluid black skin 

No groupie action, your bougie accent 

You're truly classic, girl we outta here 

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Bas, it's Bassy 

Queens nigga with the Fiends nigga 

Got the bean waitin' in the pocket ooh 

I asked P, what's poppin'? 

He said we are nigga, trips to DR nigga 

Got the borough jumpin' like it's J.R. Smith 

Know a couple niggas' let the A-R spit 

Got no interest what you say y'all did 

Only where y'all live 

Smokin' blunts 'cause that's the way I live 

And where I live? 

Niggas dyin' front of their shorty, wives 

And their brother's ride on the other side 

Every death is like a 100 lives 

Flatlined from the black nine 

I could feel the pressure multiplying 

Make you feel like ain't no hope in trying 

But we always trying 

All this blood I bet it float to sea and wash out 

'Cause they don't want you to see but watch out 

Nigga watch out 

Photos 

See I want you to see 

I've been through so many things 

Things ain't always what they seem 

Hope you get the message 

I hope you figure it out 

Now I'm right where I belong 

Had to let it go 

All the pain I was holding on 

Now I get the message 

I had to figure it out 

You got to feel the music, do you understand? 

It takes you higher and higher