Black Is God by Kiii Lyrics
Verse 1 (Kiii)
Reportin' from the corner, oppas round the block
Hittas know karate, what's it to a chop?
Undefeated I'm yo plug homie just walked in the shop
If it's war then it's forever I un broke the fuckin' clock (Honest)
I've been on my shit
While the world keep on turnin' on the kid
You ain't hit yea stop lyin' on my dick
Like i'm boujee I need 2-seat in my whip
I seen 2 feign in this hoe and I ain't been here for that long
From that section 8 wit no dinner plate
I need real estate in this hoe
Yea I seen plenty snakes wit that lawn cut I got eyes whеrever I go
10% of chance it'd rain on ya, I can show you how to makе it snow
Dirty on me, yea I take shot like 30 on me
What it's gon be? Gotta get right, streets lookin at me
Keep it lowkey, started wit an 8th graduated to a Key
And that's on me, bad muhfucka like Kool Moe Dee (Ce Lest Vie)
Pre-Hook (Kiii)
Yea you can put the blame on me
Got shooters that's waitin' on me
Got love plenty haters on me
So much work I done went OT
Fuck it up yea I love this life
Ain't right but the shit feel right
They gon' flock when they see your light
But i'm ready for whatever
Hook
Clark Kent wit that choppa
Kryptonite on this blocka
Dirty cops they might pop ya
Better talk to me proper
Drug game real proper
Verse 2 (Casey Veggies)
It's hard to make it out like me
On this lifestyle I can't OD
Ima young n*gga but I'm OG
All these killas gotta stay lowkey
All we do is trap, pour mo lean
All we wanna do is roll more weed
All this kryptonite on this scene
Tryna take a n*gga from his dreams
Like a dope boy born in the 80's
And the babies is havin' more babies
And the young n*ggas shootin' goin crazy
And he out here losin' his patience
And they're really gettin' tired of waitin'
Needa chain so he gotta go take it
He upped the burner on them n*ggas broad day
Now the police tryna come take him
Now they outside sittin' upstate
Got n*ggas on the run can't wait
Now 4/5 high speed chase
Like Tay K he doin the race
Your soldiers got all that weight
You really got no other way
They pullin up on ya wit them guns out
Like put your hands up n*gga lay down
Now you locked up in the cage
That's how the system was made
Take all my n*ggas away
I came up on a world full of hate
How much of this shit we gon take?
If they ain't real they can't relate
All these demons round me in the way
Like I'm tryna make it outa maze
Pre-Hook
Yea you can put the blame on me
Got shooters that's waitin' on me
Got love plenty haters on me
So much work I done went OT
Fuck it up yea I love this life
Ain't right but the shit feel right
They gon' flock when they see your light
But i'm ready for whatever
Hook
Clark Kent wit that choppa
Kryptonite on this blocka
Dirty cops they might pop ya
Better talk to me proper
Drug game real proper
Verse 3 (Kiii)
I can not decide, Testing my patience got no patience for your kind
Don't talk to me bout loyalty ain't seen the shit too many times
I ain't playin both sides, on my own typa time
Always tryna politic somethin'
Young n*gga gon get somethin'
I ain't sayin hit a lick or somethin'
But they got us trapped in the system
Not the right way to live life
I could show you what it feel like
Pandora's box wit that Glock in it
Streets got me feelin real tight
Enemies up in the cut
I've been here so long I got lost up in the mud
Another father lost
We losin' the love
Another mother crying
It produced another thug
Fuck that I run it up boy
Anybody get touched boy
That's a hunned
That's another 1
Super power on my gut boy
It's about to get critical
Now the kid working that digital
I move the weight up in intervals
The streets don't believe you we cynical
Tony Montana your pinnacle
Pre-Hook (Kiii)
Yea you can put the blame on me
Got shooters that's waitin' on me
Got love plenty haters on me
So much work I done went OT
Fuck it up yea I love this life
Ain't right but the shit feel right
They gon' flock when they see your light
But i'm ready for whatever
Hook
Clark Kent wit that choppa
Kryptonite on this blocka
Dirty cops they might pop ya
Better talk to me proper
Drug game real proper
Reportin' from the corner, oppas round the block
Hittas know karate, what's it to a chop?
Undefeated I'm yo plug homie just walked in the shop
If it's war then it's forever I un broke the fuckin' clock (Honest)
I've been on my shit
While the world keep on turnin' on the kid
You ain't hit yea stop lyin' on my dick
Like i'm boujee I need 2-seat in my whip
I seen 2 feign in this hoe and I ain't been here for that long
From that section 8 wit no dinner plate
I need real estate in this hoe
Yea I seen plenty snakes wit that lawn cut I got eyes whеrever I go
10% of chance it'd rain on ya, I can show you how to makе it snow
Dirty on me, yea I take shot like 30 on me
What it's gon be? Gotta get right, streets lookin at me
Keep it lowkey, started wit an 8th graduated to a Key
And that's on me, bad muhfucka like Kool Moe Dee (Ce Lest Vie)
Pre-Hook (Kiii)
Yea you can put the blame on me
Got shooters that's waitin' on me
Got love plenty haters on me
So much work I done went OT
Fuck it up yea I love this life
Ain't right but the shit feel right
They gon' flock when they see your light
But i'm ready for whatever
Hook
Clark Kent wit that choppa
Kryptonite on this blocka
Dirty cops they might pop ya
Better talk to me proper
Drug game real proper
Verse 2 (Casey Veggies)
It's hard to make it out like me
On this lifestyle I can't OD
Ima young n*gga but I'm OG
All these killas gotta stay lowkey
All we do is trap, pour mo lean
All we wanna do is roll more weed
All this kryptonite on this scene
Tryna take a n*gga from his dreams
Like a dope boy born in the 80's
And the babies is havin' more babies
And the young n*ggas shootin' goin crazy
And he out here losin' his patience
And they're really gettin' tired of waitin'
Needa chain so he gotta go take it
He upped the burner on them n*ggas broad day
Now the police tryna come take him
Now they outside sittin' upstate
Got n*ggas on the run can't wait
Now 4/5 high speed chase
Like Tay K he doin the race
Your soldiers got all that weight
You really got no other way
They pullin up on ya wit them guns out
Like put your hands up n*gga lay down
Now you locked up in the cage
That's how the system was made
Take all my n*ggas away
I came up on a world full of hate
How much of this shit we gon take?
If they ain't real they can't relate
All these demons round me in the way
Like I'm tryna make it outa maze
Pre-Hook
Yea you can put the blame on me
Got shooters that's waitin' on me
Got love plenty haters on me
So much work I done went OT
Fuck it up yea I love this life
Ain't right but the shit feel right
They gon' flock when they see your light
But i'm ready for whatever
Hook
Clark Kent wit that choppa
Kryptonite on this blocka
Dirty cops they might pop ya
Better talk to me proper
Drug game real proper
Verse 3 (Kiii)
I can not decide, Testing my patience got no patience for your kind
Don't talk to me bout loyalty ain't seen the shit too many times
I ain't playin both sides, on my own typa time
Always tryna politic somethin'
Young n*gga gon get somethin'
I ain't sayin hit a lick or somethin'
But they got us trapped in the system
Not the right way to live life
I could show you what it feel like
Pandora's box wit that Glock in it
Streets got me feelin real tight
Enemies up in the cut
I've been here so long I got lost up in the mud
Another father lost
We losin' the love
Another mother crying
It produced another thug
Fuck that I run it up boy
Anybody get touched boy
That's a hunned
That's another 1
Super power on my gut boy
It's about to get critical
Now the kid working that digital
I move the weight up in intervals
The streets don't believe you we cynical
Tony Montana your pinnacle
Pre-Hook (Kiii)
Yea you can put the blame on me
Got shooters that's waitin' on me
Got love plenty haters on me
So much work I done went OT
Fuck it up yea I love this life
Ain't right but the shit feel right
They gon' flock when they see your light
But i'm ready for whatever
Hook
Clark Kent wit that choppa
Kryptonite on this blocka
Dirty cops they might pop ya
Better talk to me proper
Drug game real proper