(Black Linen rhymes)

They said I'm back up in this shit,
and I'm riding wit no tint,
aye man my tags still legittttttttt, yeah, yeah

(Black Linen sings) Chorus

hey man my tags still legit,
We bout to take a trip,
this that duffle bag, back trunk, riding wit no tint. (1x)

aye man we
Riding wit no tint, We riding wit no tint,
this that duffle bag back trunk riding wit no tint. (1x)

(Black Linen rhymes) Verse 1:

No plan b's, no second guessing.
No second chances, no interceptions.
No misconceptions, shawdy what you repping?
I rep the real, I don't need a voucher.
I'm Mayweather times April Showers.
Bless the dead, bring up the flowers,
cut the phone line, cut off the power,
I stole satellites from Austin Powers.
I'm odd & regal, don't try to try me.
Try me shawdy, I'm not a coward.
I'm kinda off, I might snap & bite cha.
All these women, and how the fuck y'all fighting.
I'm came on thunder, struck by lightning.
Ya'll non-believers thinking Jah don't love me.
Like this ain't real, this can't be real.
Ezekiel I done seen the wheel.
bout to take the rap game to overkill.
Flipping the fortune, while we zipping in porches,
Ocean water riding all on these horses.
Flame & scorching all black in royal.
Deep in the game I got my knee on necks,
looking from the clouds like who want next.
I use to buy a pound with my refund check.
Fuck a sleeping Giant I don't get no rest,
because my tags.


(Black Linen sings) Chorus

hey man my tags still legit,
We bout to take a trip,
this that duffle bag, back trunk, riding wit no tint. (1x)

aye man we
Riding wit no tint, We riding wit no tint,
this that duffle bag back trunk riding wit no tint. (1x)


(Black Linen rhymes) Verse 2:

My grind still impeccable,
riding round town with these vegetables,
ain't no time for the he say, she say,
please get off my testicles.
I'm in the vestibule looking extra cool.
extra smooth shawdy extra bright.
A simp like you get extra boo's.
Call the sandman cut off the lights.
A playa like me wan't extra food.
My current mood is super rude.
Extra vertic, peeped & observed it, blocked & curved it,
I'm a conscious goon.
These greedy niggas still mad at me,
cause I kept going & they didn't move,
and now they wanna get free food,
but the dish ran away wit the spoon,
and I'm still gon' get this paper,
I ain't worried bout no haters,
only trust these calculators, hell yeah.
I want exponents & matrices,
recording wit no latency,
only talk them major keys, yeah.

(Black Linen sings) Chorus

hey man my tags still legit,
We bout to take a trip,
this that duffle bag, back trunk, riding wit no tint. (1x)

aye man we
Riding wit no tint, We riding wit no tint,
this that duffle bag back trunk riding wit no tint. (1x)


(Black Linen rhymes) Verse 3:

Hit the clutch, when the flip the script.
I want guacamole plus extra chips.
Government cheese, you can keep that shit,
a brother lactose intolerant.
Every day I be on that ship,
so every other day I be on that tip,
It's a new day time to make that flip,
I gotta buy back my owndership.
I gotta get back my stolen items,
your enemies are our idols.
I own the sound waves and the tidals,
who told y'all, y'all was son entitled.
Dash under bible I'm protecting my check.
Un-tinted windows with a trunk full of Shrek.
Nowadays the pack coming UPS,
these new lil niggas they don't know the stress.
They don't know the half, they don't know the math.
They still at the bottom, they ain't seen the work
they don't know the math.
You still an understudy,
you don't know the crabs, you ain't seen the jabs.
You still at the bottom,
You don't know my style, you don't know my craft,
straight X-files,
we got brief cases we don't go to trial because my,

(Black Linen sings) Chorus

hey man my tags still legit,
We bout to take a trip,
this that duffle bag, back trunk, riding wit no tint. (1x)

aye man we
Riding wit no tint, We riding wit no tint,
this that duffle bag back trunk riding wit no tint. (1x)