Lyrics Rob Stone – The Black Man’s Reason

Get right to the bags, yeah I just pick up, my nigga

Look at me, my diamonds dancing dripping on denim

Oops my bad I spazzed out on them bitches here with with us

I kicked em to the curb cause they was sneaking a picture

Business is winning, I just get lit with my winnings

Gucci Gucci, I just bagged a groupie from spending

My pockets stupid, moving contraband to goofies who spend it

My patnas Looney, tooley knocking out your noodles my nigga

Who is you nigga? You brought your crew with you nigga?
We make a fool of you niggas, I’m so damn threw with ya’ niggas

Oooh he goofy
Talking bout he cool with my niggas
Out in the boonies, boolin
Bagging up the fruity, my nigga

I’m to Groovy why they try to group me with niggas?
They tried to do me, chew me up, & spit me smooth to my ending
I’m moving smoothly smoking up the doobies, I feel it
I keep it moving, do me just to get the loot when I’m in it

I’m cool & I’m gleaming
I’m just a fool, & I mean it
The women love me cause I’m nice but I get rude in between it

I’m smooth when I’m in it
I get em loose when I’m in it
I leave em screaming out and shouting you the man and I mean it

Damn what’s the reason?
Can’t understand what’s the reason
I put my hands up, I’m freezing, another black man bleeding

Black man reason, just a black man breathing
Another a black man weeping for the black mans freedom

Cruise through dimensions

Who are they kidding?
I’m just a dude from the city
Who love good food & good women
And this all that I’m giving

So this all I could give them
So this is all I could give today
I’m just a black man weeping for the black mans freedom
This the black mans reason

Aye
I got these women on my line
Just want a damn reason
My Beamer screaming down the block
Sound. Like a damn demon
I just went swimming off the yacht
I think I found Nemo
Got people pulling up to watch me like the damn Regal

I just keep bringing in these dollars like I’m playing Keno
My wrist is sick It’s like a nigga Need some damn Chemo
I’m getting streams all up to sac way down to Mexico
Aye I be drippin, I be flyer than a damn eagle

My Patnas bad people
Shake yo hand then jam you up
I just see dead people cause I’m always stacking up
I’m on you head if you been talking out yo ass too much
Yo’ bitch a rat I don’t see how she let you dap me up

Man I been making waves
Calling plays
Lemonade sippin’
Catch a case, run a fade, for the bank nigga

Want a wraith, private planes,
Diamond chains nigga?
To the face, every day, I roll a 1/8 in it
Hol up

So this all I could give them
So this is all I could give today
I’m just a black man weeping for the black mans freedom
This the black mans reason

Say This the black mans reason
This the black mans reason
This the black mans reason

So this all I could give them
So this is all I could give today
I’m just a black man weeping for the black mans freedom
This the black mans reason

Say This the black mans reason
This the black mans reason
This the black mans reason

So this all I could give them
So this is all I could give today
I’m just a black man weeping for the black mans freedom
This the black mans reason

Say This the black mans reason
This the black mans reason
This the black mans reason