Black Rob lyrics

[Intro]
Woah
Benton, Black Rob
Woah, yeah
Yeah (Kill the Coyote), uh

[Verse 1]
Black blood spill on cotton fields
Dead slave, owners keep my pockets filled
Whip the block and keep the Glock concealed
Grave digger, I got plots to fill
Mama used to stress about them doctor bills
Trap Panther, b*tch, I'm Bobby Seales
Your melanin'll get your brains blown on your dashboard
b*tch, that's why we kneel
Government, guns, and God
She just f*cked the Entourage
I'm adios, hey, baby, bon voyage
I'm flexin' on 'em, [?]
I hang with the apes in the jungle
Gotta load up the K
You nevеr know if they gon roll up and spray
The game cold, [?]
Thеy went for hell and I have nowhere to stay
The god, Benton, baby, you better pray
The devil working, we can't lose our faith
I got trust issues, keep the tool by the waist
I'm boxing demons, they say [?]
n*ggas turned to rats that used move out the base
sh*t got popping when I flew out the A
Never gave a f*ck about what you got to say
n*gga, play the back or move the f*ck out the way
[Chorus]
Woah, yeah
Crème de la crème
May father forgive me for all of my sins
But I'm going in like I'm out for revenge, I might hit 'em like
Woah, yeah, don't mean to sound grim
I count on one hand who I'm callin' my friends
Say f*ck all you n*ggas, ayy, pardon my Fren', count the money like
Woah, yeah
The crème de la crème
May father forgive me for all of my sins
I roll up on n*ggas and hop out the Benz and I hit 'em like
Woah, yeah, don't mean to sound grim
I count on one hand who I'm callin' my friends
Say f*ck all you n*ggas, ayy, pardon my French, we get to it like—

[Verse 2]
Wanna meet your maker? I can make that sh*t formal
No church inside the wild, ayy, f*ck all the morals
My n*ggas bakin' pies, and that's no DiGiorno
The mink coat killer, b*tch, I'm not normal
I'm Leatherface, spray the Drac' out the Wraith
[?] scrape his brain off the drapes
Point blank nature, peeled off, escaped
Bunch of f*ck n*ggas, oh, I feel out of place
Been socially distant, b*tch, way before COVID
I'm weary of people, don't know n*ggas motives
Been killin' sh*t for years and you n*ggas know it
Don't let me die before you give me my roses
Like my pus*y clean and my presidents dead, yeah
No mercy for rappers, I pull up and pop off your top just like Pez, yeah
Mouth full of gold, it's that crack on the stove
Back on the wall, n*ggas know I don't fold
One day you here and the next day you ghost
I'm greedy, whatever, [?]
I stick to the code and I follow the oaths
I'm different from n*ggas while y'all do the most
They left me for dead, I was out in the cold
[?], got my foot on their throat, they like
[Chorus]
Woah, yeah
Crème de la crème
May father forgive me for all of my sins
But I'm going in like I'm out for revenge, I might hit 'em like
Woah, yeah, don't mean to sound grim
I count on one hand who I'm callin' my friends
Say f*ck all you n*ggas, ayy, pardon my Fren', count the money like
Woah, yeah
The crème de la crème
May father forgive me for all of my sins
I roll up on n*ggas and hop out the Benz and I hit 'em like
Woah, yeah, don't mean to sound grim
I count on one hand who I'm callin' my friends
Say f*ck all you n*ggas, ayy, pardon my French, we get to it like

[Outro]
Woah