That Part (black Hippy Remix) [explicit] Lyrics - Schoolboy Q

Me no conversate with the fake, that part 

All my bitches independent bitches, that part 

I just want the paper, that part 

All my bitches flavored 

That part, that part, that part, that part 

It's impossible to love it, if you don't come from it 

It's things that goes on, you just can't stomach 

I seen it all happen, but I ain't sayin' nada 

Peep, 24/7 in the hood it's hot 

If you wanna fall through, get Top on the phone 

He don't pick up then it ain't bool 

Let you know it ain't good to stop 

That part, that part (that part) 

I'm a Watts nigga and we not kosher 

Shit, niggas only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder 

This is where they come, where they cop them boulders 

Hoes catfight with their tits exposed 

Still sippin' on that Wild Irish Rose 

Still rock swap meet designer clothes 

Black MAC 11 in my mattress 

Make a hundred racks do a backflip 

Might go Uncle Luke on them hoes 

Pussy pop for a bankroll (yeah) 

All my killers with me got a blank face (yeah) 

On that fuck you, bitch, where the pay pay? 

Make 'em pull up on your block with them 223s 

Aim it at your face, hey 

Movin' with the rock and the Glock concealers 

You either sellin' rock or you flock to get it 

You either on the watch or the clock is tickin' 

The life of my Watts and my Bompton niggas 

Get pinched, I'ma post a bond 

Know POP gon' hold it down, look 

Need cash, gotta get you some 

If a hater tell you money ain't everything 

He don't want you to get none 

So we thuggin' like DMX 

Bleed shit, PMS 

Point blank, period, meet me on the ES 

I'm fully with the BS, believe that! 

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And we don't stress 

A .38 'til it free your chest 

Then PP on the PO's desk 

I'm Jay Z in a blow out press 

Relate me to your blowout's best 

Can't heat me, I'm remote you're deaf 

I'm HD, causin' photo theft 

My AC antifreeze got a (that part) 

Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC 

Protect me from the local threats 

My ID say my eye don't rest 

My IV qualify T-rex 

Society kept my IQ vexed 

Deny me from an Ivy school 

Applyin' me to the street I slept 

I quietly had to hold this tool 

Reminding me of the block I repped 

The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed 

The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef 

That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed 

Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed 

The search and laws and verse of the birth I nest 

The awe, the curse of a pose in zest 

The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left 

Photos 

Me no conversate with the fake, that part 

All my bitches independent bitches, that part 

I just want the paper, that part 

All my bitches flavored 

That part, that part, that part, that part 

Zest god, zest god, zest god, zest god 

Yamborghini high, cream soda with the Wockhardt 

Soulo Hoe the profit, yeah Soulo Hoe the prophet 

That's the fortune teller makin' withdrawals and deposits 

Ironic, they wanna know where I've been in 

Where the fuck I've been hidin' in 

When the fuck am I droppin' that 

New work that take 'em to church and 

Turn the universe upside down again 

Since you're so smart 

I can't get in my groove 'til we get the Q first 

I will not heed 

I pull up large enough to part the Red Sea 

Father forgive 'em for they know not know who they see 

I got all eyes on me, call me 3Pac 

Soulo 

Hang on, nigga, let me get some 

Hang on, nigga 

Hang on 

Made a mil' and I spent it in the same day 

Got a chopper, not the AK 

Gettin' money on a vacay 

Go go gadget's in the driveway 

Groovy Tony on July 8th 

Yeah I'm killin' kitties on a Sunday 

How you ballin' in a Hyundai? 

My Ferrari got a toupee 

Swerve in the big body 

Your favorite artist, I'm his big homie 

Yeah I'm walkin' with a fifth 

And I ain't voting, I'm a Crip, homie 

I'm where them Bloods, where them Locs at 

Where the blood, where the choke round gloves for the combat 

How the feds in your contacts? 

How the feds know my set name? 

Fled in the Mulsanne 

Hydrate up the rap game 

Heard Soulo comin' up next 

And SZA got a classic, nigga 

Heard Zay just got it mastered, uh 

The fire burnin' through the plastic 

So fingers to the badges 

They don't love you 'til the racks evolve 

When I was broke they wouldn't accept the call 

Now they on me for my decimals 

Blank Face has gotta X 'em off 

Enemies gotta bob and weave 

Gangbangin' like we stand for somethin' 

When Alton Sterling gettin' killed for nothin' 

Two cowards in the car, they're just there to film 

Sayin' #BlackLivesMatter should've died with him 

Wrong nigga in your hood, you gon' ride on him 

White nigga with a badge, you gon' let that slide? 

Tell me how they sent that footage off and slept that night 

I feel bad that my daughter gotta live this life 

I'll die for my daughter, gotta fight this fight 

Put a Blank Face on, nigga let that drop 

That, that part