Bmms Songtext
von John Ibe

Hello?
Yeah, what′s up, dawg?
Everything, bro, it's real sucka right now
What′s going on man, what's going on?
They got the job wrong, bills due, everything
Aye man, I ain't gon′ lie, it′s nothing to a black man outchea

I praise God, but I still wear a rosary
This ain't rap, it′s rhythm tapping that poetry
People don't get a drift, bitches don′t get a gift
People don't get the fact that I′m sitting in the abyss

Black male dead, y'all ready to shoot a missile


White male dead, y'all ready to blow a whistle
People say we victim to the system
I just say we victim to the crime, victim to the grime
If I′m in the window, will I ever get some shine?
If I work a job, will I ever hit my prime?
Sentiments of hate, my niggas never relate
Streets full of venomous, poisonous like a snake
Venomous like the opium Julia had to take

Bitch and when she suck it, I know I′m getting it great
Fuck it to them rubbers, that pussy was a mistake
Pussy was in my face, so I ate it and got a taste
Now I got a problem, she gained away from the waist
Baby on my mind, abortion is a crime
But if it take a signature, I bet that I'ma sign

God, where you at? Where you at?
I′m asking for your help, but I was fucking from the back
I'm asking for your help, but you don′t ever hit me back
Now I gotta get it how I live in the trap, word

Yeah, 'cause this a black man′s mindset
Yeah, this a black man's mind quest
Yeah, this a black man's mindset
Yeah, this a black man′s mind quest
It′s a, it's a black man′s mind
It's a, it′s a black man's mind
Yeah, it′s a black man's mindset