Black Illuminati Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs, Jadakiss

Black Illuminati Lyrics by Freddie Gibbs, Jadakiss is the latest English song. The song lyrics were written by Freddie Gibbs, Jadakiss while the song is produced by Arianna Reid, Bizness Boi.

Black Illuminati Lyrics

“Black Illuminati” Track Info:

Song Black Illuminati Lyrics
Singer Freddie Gibbs, Jadakiss
Producer Arianna Reid, Bizness Boi
Lyrics Freddie Gibbs, Jadakiss

Black Illuminati Lyrics

Slammin’, Used To Sleep On The Floor With A Kel-Tec
Got A Bag I Can’t Bag Yet Because It’s Still Wet
Reaper Man, I Pay Him A Visit
Ain’t Paid His Bills Yet
Brain Hemorrhage, Blunt-Force Trauma
I Make Him Feel That
I Wrap And Seal That
Sent Out The Bricks That Had The Nike Swoosh Stamps

I’m Just Doing It For The Camp
Ni*ga Showed Them To The Plug
Now He Shoppin’ Behind My Back, Uh
One Thing About That Bi*ch Karma, She Coming Back
If You Trapping, Keep A Strap Close
Nowadays, This Sh*t Became A Trend To Snake
Your Homies Out ’cause Everybody Backdoor
But Everybody Black, Though

I Let The Fiends Catch A Bеan
Used To Vomit Off The Secondhand Crack Smokе
Ni*ga Got That PTSD From Testin’ The Key
Gums Numb, Hope I Didn’t Purchase Work From The F-E-Ds
‘Cause Every Time I See The Judge
It’s Like A Scary Movie
Fu*k The Court, Real Ni*ga Can’t Do No Jury Duty
Internet Done Altered This Sh*t

Through A Different Game Now
I Don’t Rap About Dead Opps, I Let His Name Die
Shame How They Blackball Kane
They Scratched My Name Out
I Pushed It Longer Than
I Expected To Get My Name Hot

They Wanna Take Me Out This Game Like Sha’Carri
Black Illuminati, Touch Big Rabbit
Streets Need A Body
I Got All Of Them Leeches Away From Around Me
You Ain’t Rich Enough To Get Me Hit
Pu*sy, Go Up The Bounty, Uh

Spend Some Cheese, Bi*ch, Chopper Sing, Bi*ch
Brew Him Up, Had Him Huggin’ Them EMTs, Bi*ch
Turn The Witness To Stevie Wonder
Ho, You Ain’t Seen Sh*t
Youngins On A Mando’ Slide
This Sh*t Routine, Bi*ch
Delta 88 With A Cool Knot In My Tube Socks
Now I Push The Goons Through
The Boondocks In The Countach
Penthouse In The City

My Bops Giving Me Rooftop
Told Them Free My Ni*ga G-Weeder
Ho, Let The Roots Out
You Feel My Energy, They Gone Remember Me
Ain’t Never Had A Friend Like Me
Your Enemy My Enemy
Lambo Crashed The Whip
And Got Plates In Both Shoulders
If He Didn’t Live Through That Accident
This Sh*t Could’ve Been Over, Yeah!

They Wanna Take Me Out This Game Like Sha’Carri
Black Illuminati, Afghan Doggy Straight Off The Poppy
I Ain’t Trust Him
Had To Dust Him Like Christopher Moltisanti
And It Hurt My Heart To Hurt You
But Ni*ga, Streets Need A Body, Yeah!
I Don’t House These Hoes, Bi*ch, Get A Hobby
She Ain’t Workin’, Then You Ain’t Got A Wifey
You Got A Tommy, Yeah!
I Got All Of Them Leeches Away From Around Me
Bulletproof The Escalade
I Got Iron Like Robert Downey, Ni*ga, Yeah!

Fu*k You Lil’ Ni*gas (Uh)
(Triple-S Exercise)
Kane
Kiss, Haha
It’s What We Do, Ni*ga

I Don’t Do The Chrome Heart, I Just Do The Home Art
You Can Catch A Headshot Or You Can Catch A Dome Dart
Go Ahead And Put The Kids To Sleep
This The Grown Part
‘Fore We Knew What Billboard Was
We Had Our Own Chart
Strapped And They Pull The Car Over
You Take Your Own Charge (Take That)

I Ain’t Never Worked For Nobody
I Sold My Own Heart (That’s Right)
Smoke A Fat One In The Back Right In My Own Yard
Playing Dominoes With My Man, He In The Boneyard
Now I Can Pay For The Jet Right On My Own Card
Ni*gas Tryna Go Man On Me, Man, It’s On, God
Hand-To-Hand With It

I Ain’t Never Played The Phone, God
Calisthenics And Cardio, Just Tryna Tone, God
(That’s It)
Your Man Got The Semi, But He Ain’t Popping
My Youngin Got The Bricks In The Hemi
And He Ain’t Stoppin’
Lil’ Extra In The Beginning To Get Him Coppin’ (Uh-Huh!)

He Ain’t Worried, ’cause If They Get Him
I Get Him Cochran (I Got Him)
He Know Not To Fu*k With Them Bi*ches
They Get Him Hot Then (He Know)
Stay Low, Finish The Work, He Get A Drop Benz (Yeah!)
They Just Wanna Be Around Money
But They Are Not Friends (Nah)
Until You Fall Back From Them
That’s Where The Plot Ends (Yeah!)

I’ve Been Repping The Apple Since It Was Rotten (Mmh)
When You A Golden
You Can Never Be Forgotten (Never)
They Gotta Ram It
You Don’t Ever Let The Cops In (Never)
I Can Have Your Funeral In The Top Ten (Woo)
A Lot Of Ni*gas Are Nice, But They Are Not Him (Jada)
It’s Really Nothing That You Can Do To Stop Him (Hater)
Call Him The God MC Just Like Rakim (Woo)
And He Done Took Some L’s, But Yeah! He Got Wins
Mother-Fu*ker

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