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"Black Tint"

[Intro: Oktane]
Yeah
She ain't even feelin' to play no games this sh*t look here, this that
South Side, huh

[Verse 1: Oktane]
You can catch me ridin' 'round the
Ridin' 'round the city smokin' marijuana
Passengers smokin' with me with a big behind
[?] them titties, took my time
Had to get it, now the city rockin' with us
Ask me how it feel, it feel good to be back
Never left, oh, I had to get it stack, stack
Never stressed, oh, my dreads braided to the back
f*ck your dress code, show up to your party all black
Squad, squad, oh my god, yo hoe get up a facade
A mirage, if your head open up your eyes
Black tint will be grind so you cannot see inside
All rise, I'ma be a West n*gga till I die
This that bop, that [?], that bop, yeah that [?]
They can't stop us, I'm hot from my dress to my socks
I.E. that's my city but I rap though
So get right, or you feel me get left, get [?]

[Hook: Oktane]
Squad, squad, oh my god, yo hoe get up a facade
A mirage, if your head open up your eyes
Black tint will be grind so you cannot see inside
Squad, squad, oh my god, yo hoe get up a facade
A mirage, if your head open up your eyes
Black tint will be grind so you cannot see inside
(All rise)

[Interlude]

[Verse 2: Price]
Kickin' down the front door, real soldiers don't sneak through
You got motives, my n*gga, already peeped you
Cook the beat up, now I'm kicking flavor like Sheek Louch
Cop some Vans from the mail, I might hit the sheets too
Another day of a king lost in I.E
Still accepting cards from my lil brodie Big P
Rappers come to Cali claiming games, this sh*t is lame
n*ggas dotting on the pen trying to make it outta the game
We the last lights to shine on the darkness, I grew up heartless
Waking up, sore on the carpet, one room apartment
You grew up with a yard playing Halo and laptopping
I grew up going hard, shooting dice, slap-boxing that Snoop, Daz and Pac sh*t
I need to get paid like as soon as the cab stopping
Make a billion off rapping, Me dying's the last option
All about my math like I'm graph
Watchin' real boss put money in my staff pockets
Multiple businesses I'm [?]
Gotta hit Forbes side
A n*gga blowed and still get more high
No new faces still with the core guys
Hit the pressure flip to the boardslide
For me, a new year's just more grind
For you, more excuses and more lies
Show you the way like a tour guide
But still your soul went astray, damn
I ain't going away, I'm growing away
Gotta watch how you move and watch what you say
Just keeping it G, you can't put your trust in one these days

[Hook: Oktane]
Squad, squad, oh my god
Yo hoe get up a facade
A mirage
If your head open up your eyes
Black tint will be grind so you cannot see inside
Squad, squad, oh my god
Yo hoe get up a facade
A mirage
If your head open up your eyes
Black tint will be grind so you cannot see inside
(All rise, all rise, all rise)

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