AAU Tournaments

By Blockhead

On The Aux

Released on November 17, 2023

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Thank you, thank you

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Alright, you ready?


[Verse 1: billy woods]

Time's short, I never took time off

Money's long, it's a heap of shit I never bought

I sleep on the floor

I'm the best, but really no better than y'all

Everything you need to know about America is inside any 99 cent store

They was talking something bout God's law

I was like, which god?

Both reached for the machine same time and time crawled

Put my faith in the future, like a time bomb

From the start rhymed wrong

She couldn't put a face to music but something familiar about that stupid song

Long rifle keep clapping till Cupid's gone

I wake up yesterday, then the day before

Confused and dazed, eighth grade they used to pepper spray the halls, pull the alarms

Eleventh grade, pull up in stolen cars

Cinnamon Run at Peppertree Farms

I swear I seen Chris Partlow

Pardon, Gbenga Akinnagbe

For every Jack Harlow, it's a white boy who didn't make it and works in crypto and intellectual property

You can't copy me


[Verse 2: Navy Blue]

Whitey cowered at the sight of me

Couldn't comprehend the plight of me

I say it nicely

The way you people move is hella dicey

Santa Claus a myth, my momma bought them Nikes

Go on, fried fish, the typa shit that I spill soda on

Coat of arms, reflect upon the quest, the crest of human scars

The crux of lumen stars

The crescent moon is large

Don't get so upset if you don't get your blessings as soon as ours

Truman stairs make your way to heaven

Off of Noah's Ark like, who prepared?

I often bare a smile that the Buddha wear

Add to cart, suicidal watch

No dial, aftermarket, my collection

Journey full of rage, no pain that I'm exempt from

Destination destined to repeat

My grief a limitation, stretch across the land

Meet the Nile, peace to preservation

Emulate the amulet, my heart a cave-in

A racist got the face of a caveman

Take note and gain more

The petrol made the flame roar

Claim more growth than I am made for

Settled on this island where the pain soars

Rain pouring full rivers, forgiven

Adobo on the four limbs

Poured over at the moor's end

I'm tryna get the floor rinsed

Bloody as the shore when the war hit

Denim slick, the double G went through the belt loop

Seeking validation, it's funny how no one felt you