DARKIM BE ALLAH - Niggas Know lyrics

rate me

[Darkim]

Motherfuckas don't know

I snatch the heart in 'em and pardon 'em

Try to stop my shine, while I'm sparklin'

Hold the solar gallant ain't the polar ginko bola

Survive three stabs to the shoulder, get carried

Now they bustin shots at my charriot

Supreme ultimate, love the way they say my name when I'm strokin it

Fatal strikes rollin with the likes

Legendary, treat the microphone like it's comisary

Street military, Warface lookin' scary

Precarious, love fat ass, but it's various

Approach me, only my words could play me closely

Intercontinentally doves, I'm makin love to 'em, mentally above

Brought the right, some might say

I came to rock a chamber, banger, Killa Bee stinger

Rap star ajar and an R&B singer

Ya ice grillin, but you still ain't killin mics

Lurkin in my eye, motherfuckers ya be feelin like

Fuck drinkin, fuck short term thinkin

Fuck bug niggas trying to floss with their drink and

I be the iceberg that left ya whole ship thinkin

The black God, see a rap star in the makin

Prepare for me, I carefully approach the situation

Stay humble while I'm rumblin with Satan

I street relate, got playas hatin

The manner of a king, breed, catch or freeze nigga,

Killa Bee Sting

They lost the round they wrist, and everything is crisp

Rappin for beef, I made a list

Blew the death kiss, the legend that truth became a myth

I calculate, watchin ya friends evaporate in the mystery

Thinkin that God's a mystery

Killer bomb threats, blowin this shit outta the content

My category, mission my words is self explanatory

Real live hustla, 6'2" and kinda muscular

Justice is served on the first violation

Fuck the example, make a statement

Dwellin in Hell, but maintain a state of harmony

Thinkin I hear somebody callin me

Stranger, countin my days, resist the manger

Swift change makin my heart react to danger

But state the con tight, one false move I switch to crime life

Roll with the armory, talkin with heat

The streets a part of me

To measure, my styles been hard time for ever

React to my contact a hardcore felon

From Manarose to Wesley, 11 years without tellin

My life for the Black Seven

and we all give our love to the Black Seven

Harmony hold the niggas that slept, I check the folder

Niggas Know me, rather me walk name lonely

The money, and the fame, and the bitches niggas show me