Darius Christian - Blaskin (feat. Xperience) Lyrics

Satchel paige with the sales pitch
Bustin hammers nigga nailed it
Sippin on somethin KELLtic
Blowing on something SELL-TIC
Im a catapault
International
Ressurected out the catacombs
No caveat
No ass shots
I aint f*cking with no bag of bones
Young black steve jobs
Young blacks need jobs
Hit the drums on the daily
This a different kind of beat box
Winter cold but the street hot
Blood stains on the reebok
Stained glass with the holy water
This the last days book of enoch
Skull emoji nigga dead
Bitches want me for the bread
You aint even did no leg word
Must be running low on meds
All my niggas hold ya head
All my niggas hold ya head
Round table where the mother land
Raise your right hand take a pledge

Blackskin blackskin blackin
Niggas try to get it on the back end
Got us on the ropes imma tap in
Pull up in the ghost like the baptist
Imma say a prayer for my trap friends
Imma need a plate of the catfish
Imma need a chick with an accent
And we having good times whats happening

Blackskin blackskin blackin
Blackskin blackskin blackin
Niggas try to get it on the back end
And we having good times whats happening
Blackskin blackskin blackin
Imma need a plate of the catfish
Imma say a prayer for my trap friends
And we having good times whats happening

Blackskin blackskin blackin
Blackskin blackskin blackin
Niggas try to get it on the back end
And we having good times whats happening
Blackskin blackskin blackin
Imma need a plate of the catfish
Imma say a prayer for my trap friends
And we having good times whats happening