[Verse I]
Blowin' smoke, all you niggas can croak
I’m just a young black god in some dark black loc's
As I rise... see the red in my eyes
I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die
Society failed in front of my eyes
I swear I won't cry, can you just tell me why
These fuckin' niggas hate, as if this shit is a surprise
My niggas black out, crackhouse dope as hell
The shit that we sell... to make our mail...
Your minds too frail, plus you slow like snail
I'm flippin' and rippin and tearin' 'em up and sendin' 'em straight to hell...
Look into my eyes, human bodies are a shell
Listen to my words falling deep within the well
The smell... the aroma of the kush
Symbolizes the life of death, the burning bush
Take a look into the souls of the shook
I stand still because my identity won't be took
They got you penned down cause you won’t open the books
So I slide in the space, no need to look
I ain't no rook, liars lie with the crooks
My castle will baffle all who look
[Hook]
It's pitch black and I'm ready to attack
It's pitch black, bitch we ready to attack
Coming with all the black gat
It's pitch black and we ready to attack
Two Phonkey for Planet Earth
[Verse II]
Chillin' in the corner with the all black on
And I spot her from afar so in my mind it's on
I just wanna get her home, bury bone and dog it
She suckin' on my dick and she lick and swallow
I'm pullin' on her hair like there's no tomorrow
Put that pinky in the air before you drink it all though
Next day she couldn't find me, I'm Waldo
I'm on another planet, moving loads of cargo
A nigga got soul, shouts out to Chicago
And it's Children Of The Stars every place that I go
Bitch
Children Of The motherfuckin' Stars
Blowin' smoke, all you niggas can croak
I’m just a young black god in some dark black loc's
As I rise... see the red in my eyes
I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die
Society failed in front of my eyes
I swear I won't cry, can you just tell me why
These fuckin' niggas hate, as if this shit is a surprise
My niggas black out, crackhouse dope as hell
The shit that we sell... to make our mail...
Your minds too frail, plus you slow like snail
I'm flippin' and rippin and tearin' 'em up and sendin' 'em straight to hell...
Look into my eyes, human bodies are a shell
Listen to my words falling deep within the well
The smell... the aroma of the kush
Symbolizes the life of death, the burning bush
Take a look into the souls of the shook
I stand still because my identity won't be took
They got you penned down cause you won’t open the books
So I slide in the space, no need to look
I ain't no rook, liars lie with the crooks
My castle will baffle all who look
[Hook]
It's pitch black and I'm ready to attack
It's pitch black, bitch we ready to attack
Coming with all the black gat
It's pitch black and we ready to attack
Two Phonkey for Planet Earth
[Verse II]
Chillin' in the corner with the all black on
And I spot her from afar so in my mind it's on
I just wanna get her home, bury bone and dog it
She suckin' on my dick and she lick and swallow
I'm pullin' on her hair like there's no tomorrow
Put that pinky in the air before you drink it all though
Next day she couldn't find me, I'm Waldo
I'm on another planet, moving loads of cargo
A nigga got soul, shouts out to Chicago
And it's Children Of The Stars every place that I go
Bitch
Children Of The motherfuckin' Stars
( Key Nyata )
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